At least, that's *got* to be it, because it certainly can't be that Sprint's extensive nationwide digital wireless network sucks. I've been carrying my damn cell phone around all day because I *knew* that my good friend Hil was probably going to call me today. And what happened when I pulled my phone out of my pocket at about 10 pm? Two missed calls. ARRRGH. This has led me to the conclusion that I obviously must have lead-lined pants, because I didn't hear the phone ring *once* nor did I feel it vibrate. Damn you Sprint.
Bodice update: it's almost done - grommets are getting put in tomorrow. June 7th approaches. Count down to either my driver's license or Ramon's imminent demise, or both.
Further bulletins as events warrant.
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