Sunday, April 26, 2009

Phone Is Dead

So the screen on my phone is fried, so if you text me, I can't see it unless I'm connected to my computer. And if you call, I can't see the number to know who it is so I may or may not answer.

Your best bet if you need to find me is email.

How did it die? Boobs. My big ol' boobs sweated it to death during the marathon relay this morning.

11 comments:

Artist at Heart, Independent by Nature said...

dam boobs... ;D

dianie said...

um, why was the phone in your boobs?

Mark said...

Well at least it died happy.

cyclefreaks said...

ROFL, thanks Mark, that made my morning. LOL

My phone was in my boobs cuz where else am I gonna stash something while I'm ralking??

greenGuru said...

Death by boob? Wasn't that in a Woody Allen movie?

Okjerm said...

Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex But Were Afraid to Ask. Classic.

jckeeton said...

Ya, I already know I sweat way too much.

Artist at Heart, Independent by Nature said...

How was the run by the way?!

cyclefreaks said...

It was a ralk but it was good. :) I discovered that out of shape and mostly walking, I am 20 minutes slower than if I had actually trained. But the pain is about the same. LOL

The weather sucked, hard winds all day and high humidity. I needed you & D!

Mark said...

Did somebody switch your R and W keys?

morning miles said...

I have another friend whose cell died the same way (in her sports bra at Lafortune- not at a marathon!).