Last night my mother was scrolling through the recent calls in our phone and looked up at me with concern and bewilderment etched into her face.
"It says that Papa, Uncle Dana and Grandpa all called. . . there must be a family emergency."

It's not as though I don't care for my family, but I just looked up at my mom without the slightest bit of alarm. . . wait for it.

My mother's a pretty smart cookie. If her heart skipped a beat, it was only for a moment. "Oh wait, I'm in the phonebook." Bingo.

I've totally made the same mistake, wondering why the entire Albert family would have called--and in alphabetical order no less. So although some of the previous generation's ventures into the information age have been pretty funny, in this instance, I don't really have the right to laugh at my mom. So I'll stick it on my blog, instead. . . she'll have to find it, first.