Pedro El Awesomeo needs Bombs's blog: "Encephalon"

So today, I get this odd text from my mother:

Can you please call the owner of this phone and tell them I found it.  They can call (number)

I thought, Ok, um this is weird.  So I texted back that I would and I called my mom at home, not thinking if she is out and about to lose her phone she's not home.  Well my mom, when she is out, tends to forward her house phone to her cell phone, so by calling her house, it forwarded me to her cell.  I figured, theres no point in leaving a message there.  So I forwarded the text to my sister hoping maybe she would have a clue what to do.  I guess she called her fiancee, who called one of the women my mother was with to tell her about it, but by that time they were a long way away from where the phone was lost, so my sisters fiancee went and picked it up.

When my mother finally got the phone, she proceeded to retell the whole story, even to the parts where I was actually involved, and where the women she was with live, and where they work, and what they had for lunch, and how my sisters fiancee used to be a window washer, and he's very shy.... well you get the general point.  So at this point I walked to the no cell phone zone of my house and oddly enough I lost the call. 

So then my mom leaves me a voice mail to continue telling me things.  I had texted her when the call dropped "Looks like I lost you, glad to hear you got your phone back"  so now she is texting me to tell me what she said in the voice mail. 

I love my mother, honestly I do, but come on, it's 10:30 at night, do I really need to hear the life stories of people I have never meet, and god willing, never will?

I should have replied back to the text "Do me a favor, destroy the phone, and we will both forget this incident ever happened"