And the dream wasn’t a dream the phone rang….

I woke up to the phone ringing…my cell phone….which is as likely to be in the car as my bedside table any given morning. In this case my baby laughing ringer was in the kitchen at the other end of the house and I was dreaming about a laughing baby who turned out to be my phone….. Who it was has still not showed up and the fact that it rang 4 times unanswered without a message haunts me. At 5 something in the morning you cannot very well call them and see but my father and my friend are both on road trips and they both are not good at memorizing new numbers in Alabama….so chances are its one of those two or a total wrong call…….these are the moments of my life at 5:21