...I won't hear the phone ring. My cell is at the bottom of a lake.
Or in the belly of a gator. Or a catfish. Take your pick.
It's not in my pocket anymore (which is where it began earlier today). We're on vacation and had taken the boys out on a paddle boat. I tucked my phone in my pocket to keep tabs on the time and meant to switch it to a different pocket before we got in the boat. That didn't happen...
So now it's swimming with the fishes. Or gators. Or turtles.
You think I'm kidding about the gators. Just wait. I have proof.
But don't call me to ask me. Call Kevin.
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