After an hour of searching the entire house, the garage, the back yard and even the car, I finally found my hundred-dollar cordless phone... 
In the dishwasher.Seems that sometime during our romantic, child-free evening last night (including a gourmet, grilled supper and a wee bit too much of the grape), Madame loaded it right in with all the dirty dishes and ran it. On the pot-scrubber/high heat setting. :/ Shut up. P.S. Gotta run now. She's about to set the oven to self-clean, and my neither my cats nor my cell phone are anywhere in sight. Tags: marriage, ouch From: Chicago Mood: Not Amused Now Playing: Kids Laughing
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