Another Crackberry Moment

Last night, I arrived home with my upper back in knots from tension. Since I don't drink (except for wine and perhaps one shot of scotch on Shabbos) and OOS was not around to knead out my knots, I took MHW's suggestion and took a hot bath.

Good idea. It worked well.

Shortly after the bath, I went to check my berry. Except, I couldn't find it.

I looked everywhere. I retraced my steps. Nothing. I started calling my cell phone figuring I'd hear the vibrations. Nothing.

I started to panic. I cannot be separated from my Blackberry for more than a half hour without breaking out with hives.

MHW came over to help. We started back in the bathroom where I took the bath. MHW opened the laundry hamper. There it was with my recently discarded clothes. That explained why I didn't hear the vibrations.

I'm thinking that there isn't much difefrence between me and my crackberry and The Toddler and her pacifier.