James’ phone went missing for two days. We searched everywhere – under couch cushions, in the freezer, the bathroom cupboards, the cars, James looked through his backpack, I dug through my purse, we checked the pockets of pants and jackets that hadn’t been worn in months, we called local businesses, etc. And it was no where to be found.
Yesterday, I got an email from James:
J: Found my phone!!!!!!!
LJ: GREAT! Where was it??
J: Here’s my theory.
Our house — with you, me, and the Spaghetti monster living in it — has become an axis for all the awesome power in the universe. So much awesome, in fact, that it ripped a hole in the time space continuum and my phone fell into it. For a period of a thousand years (but only two days to us on earth) it fell through wormhole after wormhole, passing through various worlds and times, being worshiped by primitive beings, studied by archeologists of advanced races, and ultimately being swallowed by a Flying Acid-Spewing Tyrannosaurus Rex with a genetically enhanced brain that drives a modified fire engine-red 1957 Chevy Bel Air cloth top … a creature SO awesome, that it immediately got sucked back into the axis of awesome where it regurgitated my phone right into … my backpack.
So it really wasn’t my fault.
LJ: Uh huh.