The Lawyer and I had just gotten back from securing his condo in the city, and as he prepared to go out and pick up my allergy medicine and one last package of batteries, he suggested that I go to the gym at the same time. He said he just wanted us both back at home when things started getting windy. So, in my haste to make every moment count, I bolted out the door and totally forgot my phone.
My gym isn't that far away and I wasn't planning on staying long, but when I realized I forgot my phone, I was slightly panic-stricken. I envisioned The Lawyer standing at the pharmacy counter and needing to ask me about my medication, then freaking out when I didn't respond. I worried that he'd get worried if I took too long, and that he'd wonder if anything happened. (And yes, clearly I believe myself to be more important than I am. Shut up!)
When I got home, The Lawyer had not yet returned, but my phone was sitting on my bed. I clicked the home button, but instead of seeing a flurry of unanswered text messages, I saw this:
He had taken this handsome self-portrait of himself, indicating that he had found my phone.
Several months ago, we started playing this game where The Lawyer takes secret pictures (like this one) on my phone. Then, when I go to take an actual picture (or just turn the phone on, in this case), I find them and am all, "Oh, hello there, Sneaky One."
Once I knew that he had found my phone and wasn't concerned about me, I didn't bother to toggle through anything else. So, imagine my surprise when I went to take a picture tonight, and found these:
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That's right, ladies. He's all mine...rhinestone headband and all.