Ok, so my phone met an unfortunate demise between my steel toed boots, gravity, and a brick wall. (See, Mom--I told you I was going to kick things.) It's now in at least 5 pieces that I could find. Don't ask, just suffice it to say I had a shitty day.
The point is not to illuminate my klutziness, rather to ask you for all your phone numbers. I've lost every last one of my contacts. Either call me, or send me your number.
I'm now going to nurse my wounds from this horrible, awful, no good, very bad day with beer, trivia and a chicken tender wrap--Hey! It's what makes me happy!
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