This morning, before we left for lunch, Chris couldn't find his cell phone. So he asked me if I could call it for him. So I did.
By yelling:
"CHRIS'S PHONE! WHERE ARE YOU!! CHRIS'S PHONE!!"
He was not the most amused.
Mostly because he was stressed about the printer not printing things out from his computer and he had to print things out for work.
Me, on the other hand, found my little joke more than hilarious.
But I did call his phone for real.
It was on his computer seat.
