I picked up my cell to call our son who we were to meet and at the same time the Gardener's phone rang. I assumed it was our son calling his dad with the "where are you?" question. So I canceled my phone call to answer the Gardener's since he was driving. Hmm, Eldest had given up calling his dad. So I tried to call him again, and again the Gardener's phone rang and he was calling his dad. Or so I thought. Again I answered the Gardener's phone in vain.
LOL at myself. It took several rounds of this to realize it was I who was calling my husband's phone. Technology at its finest. In my defense, there had been some switching on quick call numbers on my cell phone and I had not (obviously) gotten set in my head which number --#7 or #8--was for which guy. I'm sure the stress of being late and lost did not help. Yes I laughed and still laugh at myself. And it's no surprise I'm sometimes called "ditzi" rather than my usual knick name.
Photo of our new art district ... I think that larger than life piece of art could be me directing traffic. It's just what comes to mind! :-)