I learned that lesson the hard way. Now I have no phone. At least now I have no one badgering me about why I never answer my phone, why my phone is dead, why I never call people back, why I'm so hard to get a hold of, and on and on and on. I tried to remedy that by buying a spiffy belt holder for my cell phone at Wal-Mart, so even when I had no pocket on my pants, I could still carry my phone.
No where on the package did it say, "Must remove before going swimming." You'd think they'd know enough to tell you a thing like that. So after about a half hour of enjoying some quality one-on-one time with Lily in the lake by our house, I come out and wonder what this strange protrusion is on my hip. Oh, hello cell phone. Goodbye, all my cell phone numbers.
Oh well. Life feels a little freer now without strings attached...
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