Well hello! Had a sweetly funny start to my day...
It's early, like 7 a.m. or so, and I'm awakened to my boyfriend's off-color ringtone that he's so proud of. But more than that, there's a white light. Am I dead?
Mercifully, no, it's just my boyfriend using my opened iphone as a light to find HIS phone that he just called from MY phone, and it is ringing somewhere in the nethers of the bedding, somewhere under me.
I remember my boyfriends iphone fumblings and the fact that he is a bit of an iphobe and says stuff like "WTF" and "What did I just do here?" whenever he touches it. So we have a tiny, sleepy, chat, and when we hang up, I speed dial my boyfriend (because I can) and I say, "Hey, did you call..." and before I can get the words out, he says, "Oh shit, did that go through?? I knew I'd done something I didn't mean to, and panicked and hung up. Twice!"
And within moments, I was up and making the green lemonade I promised her the night before. (She loved it!)