To answer the cell phone, or not answer the cell phone, that is the question

Strange things happen to me. I don’t know why, but they do. Yesterday I was driving and my cell phone started ringing. Of course I couldn’t find the stupid thing and I know better than to take my eyes off the road so I tried feeling for it between my seat and the middle section of my SUV. I ran my hand down in a very tight crevice, but it wasn’t there. Then when I went to pull my hand out I couldn’t. I’m driving down I 65 left handed and my right hand is stuck tight.  My son is sitting beside me and thinks it’s hysterically funny. My daughter and son-in-law are in the back seat and worried that I’m not going to make the exit up ahead. I made it and when we got to the stop sign I was able to wiggle around enough that I got my hand out. My wrist is sore and bruised but I learned a valuable lesson. Let the silly thing ring!

Then today I drove to town to vacuum the Florida sand out of my floor board. There was so much sand in my car I thought about starting my own private beach, but it was only sixty degrees outside today so it wasn’t worth the effort. After I vacuumed and removed five pounds of fast food trash from my vehicle, I decided to run it through the car wash. I have only had this SUV a couple of weeks and haven’t learned were all the buttons are….not good. I’m sitting in the car wash and suddenly I’m getting a shower! Someone had popped the sun roof up and I hadn’t noticed. I went crazy trying to find the button to close it but by the time I did, the car wash was over.

At first I was mad, then I started laughing. I looked in the mirror at my wet, dripping hair and opened up the sun roof. By the time I got home I was almost dry. I haven’t told my husband yet about either incident. He worries about my driving. I can’t imagine why, can you?