My son is off at a school retreat this week in a remote part of the state. It’s a state park up near Kentucky and was hit pretty hard by the ice storm, for those of you who know the area.
So, the kids have 30 minutes a day where they let them have their cell phones to call their parents. I have the schedule on the fridge, so I wait each evening for a call.
It’s the 3rd day, and so far, nothing.
Mom, if you are reading this, stop laughing. I get it. Your curse worked.
If I call you tomorrow night, will you please lift the darned curse? I know it’s ironic and funny, but I’d really like to know how he’s doing.
I know, I know. Join the club. Sorry, Mom.