
Fourteen years ago I got my first cell phone and I thought I had hit "end" after the call. Nope. I was blabbing on and on to my mom about my (now ex) husband and accidentally left my tirade on my home answering machine. He heard every word. (Yeah, we are divorced now. Not because of the phone message, though!)
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