Sometimes I am my very own distraction – my own level of silliness or stupidity exceeds anything I can find around me (well, I’m sure there’s always something). And so….today. The keys on our home phone have been sticking for weeks, probably months, and in the last few days I have not been able to turn off the phone at the end of a few calls (my apologies to those of you who had to hear my expletives), so this morning I gave in and headed down to Office Max to buy a new phone.
Is 6.0 gigahertz really THAT much better than 5.8 gigahertz, because I really wanted the cute black and electric blue 6.0 that promised better call quality but it was twice as much as the standard 5.8 that actually came with two phones. I’m cheap, so 5.8 it is.
Anyway, I get home, unplug the old phones, plug the new ones in and THEN remember that part of the reason I’ve been putting off getting a new phone is because of all the numbers I have stored in the old one. I can’t even tell you my husband’s work number off the top of my head because it’s stored on the phone. All the numbers for play dates, neighbors, and friends I call frequently are stored on my old phone which is sitting powerless on the desk mocking me.
“Perhaps you should have thought of that while you were trying to eat (insert sticky food here) and yakking at the same time,” it is saying.
If I plug it into an outlet but not into a phone jack will the numbers come up? I’m afraid to try in case they don’t and I feel even more stupid. I guess I’m just going to have to wait until everyone calls me and I can re-store their number.
This could take a while.
2 days ago