Incommunicado

I can’t find my cell phone.  Ordinarily I would call it so I could find it, but as I have no other phone right now, I cannot call it and therefore cannot find it.  I last had it at about 10:45, when someone called me and I had to take it upstairs to get away from Elvis, who was screaming because he wanted to answer the phone himself.  I don’t remember where I went upstairs, or what I did after I hung up.  I don’t recall opening up a window and throwing my phone into the neighbor’s yard, but it’s possible I could have blacked out and done exactly that, because my phone is nowhere to be seen on these premises. 

I’ve paged Sugar Daddy twice, asking him to call me, but he either hasn’t gotten my pages, is too busy to answer my pages, is ignoring my pages, or has been trying to call me for the last two hours and my neighbor is wondering why her dog’s stomach keeps playing the theme from Alias.  Any of these scenarios is possible.  But I am getting tired of not knowing where my phone is.  I’d like to call some people.  I’m this close to posting my number on the blog and asking one of you all to call me.  I’m sure you wouldn’t be disappointed if you got Elvis instead of me.  He’s really becoming quite the conversationalist.