I have a habit of misplacing things. Sometimes insignificant things, sometimes important things. Last week on Sunday we went to the visitor's center and when we got home I couldn't find my cell phone. I just assumed I had misplaced it like I have so many times before and it would turn up in my car, or couch, or purse. I called it a few times and can't ever hear it ring. Then it goes straight to voicemail so I know it has run out of battery.
Thursday, Jerry tried to call me and my phone rang, someone picked it up, and then immediately hung up. So someone had charged my phone and started using it.
So Zach called Verizon and found out they had racked up $30 of text messaging charges. So we suspended my phone line. Fun stuff.
Although I am irritated, and a little confused and when it actually got stolen (it was right next to Zach's in the cup-holder of our car the last time I remember seeing it, but they only stole my phone?) I am grateful they didn't incur more charges, and that it was just my phone that was stolen and not my car or something...
So... until I get a new phone you will just have to call Zach, email me, or stop by my house. And if you want me to have your number you can email me and katie.t.taylor@gmail.com