Well, today something really embarrassing happened to me. And something really cool.

I am a person who likes to send small text messages to my friend, telling them that I love them. So I wrote

“Love you. Hugs Teresa ”

The reply I got was,

“Uhm, you probably sent to the wrong number : ) /Anna”

And I thought, Anna must think that I intended to send this to my boyfriend. And I don’t have one. So, feeling slightly embarrassed, I wrote

“Ha ha. Sweetie. I meant like a friend. Lol.”

The reply was

“Who is this?” Which I thought was rather strange since I had just told her. And a unpleasant feeling of mistake started to rise in my heart. And as I looked through my address book, what do you know, two Annas. And I had text messed to the wrong one. I called to try and explain myself, but she was to afraid to even pick it up. So I had to talk to her very sympathetic (yeah right) answering machine. I feel so stupid.


The fun thing was this:

One tusedays the youths in my church gather and spend some time together. And like always, I had to run to the buss. And on the way, I drop my cell phone. My very PINK (hurl) cell phone. And I didn't realise this until I was at the buss stop. Now I had to decide whether to go back and look for it, or to go on the bus. Cause if I go back, I will miss the buss whitch is the only one I can take to get to my destination. If I miss that one, I will miss the meeting. Still. It was my CELL PHONE! So. I took the buss. Praying frenetically to God so he could save my sweet little phone. Where I live, there is a lot of alcoholics, and if someone like that picked it up… Well, I wouldn't want to get that phone bill, know what I mean.
After 15, 20 minutes, I arrived at the place where my pastor was going to pick me up with his car. Usually, I have to call him to say that I am there waiting, but for the first time he came to me directly. And he yelled at me (he is from India)
“Why didn’t you answer your phone!?”
“I dropped it on my way to the buss,” I defended myself.
“I know,” he said. “Your mother called me and said that one of your neighbours found the phone and have left it in your mail box.” So in that short time, a good neighbour picked it up, called the one named “Mother”, was in a hurry and took it home to me even though she said I could come over to pick it up. I have a mail box in my door, so it was home on my floor, waiting for me as I got back. Sparkling in all of it’s pink glory. Cool, huh. Laugh. God is so neat! Lol ^__^