Bonding

Today I lost my cell phone at Jones Beach State Park on Long Island.

Rats.

My brother-in-law, Kelly, grew up on Long Island and he told me he spent his summers at that very beach.

So now I feel like Kelly and I have a bond.  Or Kelly and my cell phone have a bond.

I comforted myself that my cell phone is in a better place.  Who wouldn't want to live on a beautiful beach?  (And it is beautiful.  Good job for spending your summers there, Kelly.)

I comforted myself that I'm in a better place now too.

Home with my kids.

P.S.  If you call my cell phone and someone with a Long Island accent answers, tell them to send it to me.


Please.