Mother Of Invention

I recall the day my sister got a cell phone and how I warned her about radiation, brain tumors and other deadly carriers that the phone may produce. That was in 1998. Here it is 12 years later and I couldn't disagree more. How did I come to this conclusion? I lost the damn thing for a 48 hour period and any fried out memory loss was inconsequential compared to the desperation of finding my beloved Google phone. It had ALL of my numbers, pictures, email info, codes, notes, and a special ring tone for my favorite people and it was GONE. I remember where I used it last, recounted the steps, blamed a cat, cursed the Lord's name, and eventually gave up. My "special" friend offered to help find it, so we retraced, back tracked, and she could not find it either until I called my phone again. I did it alone the day before, but when I did it with her we could both hear something humming. We checked cushions, stripped the Xmas tree of its skirt, checked the cats parts and dialed again. She looked to her left and there it was, my beautiful, dangerous, cancer causing phone camouflaged on the back of a black chair. It brought tears to my eyes.