About a year ago or so, Mr. Desert’s sister awoke us with a frantic call. Seems she’d been calling our cell phones for hours because she’d received a call from us, but no one was talking on our end. But we hadn’t called her. After finding my cell phone askew on the kitchen island, we finally decided Boomer made the call.
Today while I was rummaging through a few of the boxes left in my office, Scooter called Western Governor’s University. Mr. Desert’s work phone is on my desk (long story), and Scooter plopped his butt on call button.