Finders Keepers Losers Weepers

I experienced a small panic attack yesterday.

I know. Everyone in the whole world has these things and I guess I'm no exception. But this go-around was pretty weirdo even for me. It went something like this:

So I've discovered Land's End knit pants. I love them because they are practically indestructible, don't fade or stretch out in strange places, and are comfy beyond belief. And no, I didn't get paid to say that. Actually since these things are a bit on the pricey side, I've paid THEM a fair amount to say that...

The one downside that these pants have is that my favorite version doesn't have a pocket large enough for my cell phone. There's one little itty bitty zippered pocket thingie sewn in near the waistband for those people who are actually active in their activewear to stash car keys etc while they're running around being active.

Me? I consider these my ideal in-active pants. Ahhhhh. Comfy......

So the lack of a pocket means that I stuff my cell phone in my bra.

A few days ago, I remembered that I needed to return a phone call, and as usual wondered where I put that darned thing. I did the pat-pat-pat myself down maneuver -- right boob -- because I always use the right side of my bra as a cell phone holder, and where my pockets should have been, then searched my purse and headed out to the garage to check out Goldie's innards.

No phone. (Here's where the panic attack started.) I began to retrace my path through the house, crawled around looking under the sofa and chairs, made my way upstairs and began going through the pockets of my other pants. No phone. I went outside and looked in my hammock chair. In the driveway. No phone. By this time I was feeling pretty sweaty and anxious.

Finally in desperation, I grabbed the house phone and called my cell.........ring ring ring........

(Here's when the panic attack finished.) It was a pretty short lived panic attack.....because the LEFT side of my blouse began to blink colorful lights, vibrate, and emit guitar-strumming ring tones.

Honestly. WHO put it there?!