I lost my iPhone on vacation....

We had been at our last stop on Sunday evening visiting family. Daddy had given me the car rental keys as it approached 5:00 - Happy Hour.   

A few hours later my uncle received a weather alert on his phone that a thunderstorm warning was in effect, so we hurried to gather our things and get back to the hotel. In my haste to grab my Aunt's fried chicken and chocolate cake I left my phone somewhere. 

Since I was driving and daddy was in the car, I didn't look at my phone at the red lights so I didn't know it was MIA.

When we got in the room, I patted my front and back pocket. No phone. I checked the front pocket and dumped out the contents of teeny weeny travel purse. No phone. I check the plastic bag of leftovers. No phone. 

Even though there was only one place it could be.... .

I called daddy's room and said, "I think I left my phone at Aunt Betty's house." He said, "Okay, we'll get it in the morning on the way to the airport." My mind shouted, "IN THE MORNING!? It'll be dead by then. I'll have to travel all the way home with a dead phone!" I looked outside at the sky. It was still stormy dark and raining. <img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/46.gif" alt=":-

I sat on the side of the bed and said to myself, I don't have anything to do now and it's only 7:30.  I wanted to let my husband know that he wouldn't be hearing from us but then thought he would have a heart attack if he saw either of my parents number on his caller id. In full pout, my evening without a cellphone flashed before my eyes.

• No texting
• No facebook
• No blog
• No twitter

THIS IS A CRISIS! 

Here's the thing... I was without my phone for ten whole minutes before we found it vibrating in Christopher's bag.