Jell-o Phones

There is something to be said about summer nights. They are magical. The rain has been casting her dreary wet spell for days and has finally come to an end. Tonight felt like a real summer night. Shorts and sitting in the back of Caleb's truck :) I love that boy and his lack of common sense. I love having fires at his house and roasting marshmallows as big as my head. I also love our stories.

When it comes to common sense Caleb got the short end of the stick. Don't get me wrong he's brilliant, just not street smart. As Weston says, “he's the dumbest smart kid I know.” Because of this we have some pretty great memories. Memories that are worthy of being published in books. Caleb's mom is an author. Tonight I discovered that I am in one of her books. Personally I find that pretty cool. She wrote about Caleb's Hundred Dollar Day. Which I happened to star in. Now I’m no Emily Freeman, but here’s the story. Condensed and in Ann Marie form:


It started out like any other day. Our Prank War was in full fledge and it was my day to get him back. Caleb isn’t very careful with his car keys and miraculously they ended up in my hands. I also had some jell-o. I’m sure you can figure out the rest. Caleb isn’t very careful with his locker combination either so after school I left my gift for him on the top shelf. He came and found me and that is where things started to go wrong. I’m unsure how it happened, I just know jell-o was thrown at me and my phone went missing. A few hours later I went to Caleb’s house. He opened the door in obvious humiliation. He had my phone, but it wasn’t exactly the way I remembered it. It was in a bowl of rice with jell-o bubbles floating across the screen. You guessed it. He thought he'd me back by putting my phone in jell-o. Well jell-o plays much nicer with metal keys than it does with electronic devices. So I got my bowl of rice and phone, because apparently that’s what you do. I got a bowl of jell-o, this one containing a hundred dollar bill. And a handwritten note with an apology and a promise to chauffer me to the phone store. Obviously my phone was way beyond saving. I might have been upset except for the fact that it was hilarious. When we arrived at the Verizon store and explained our dilemma, their only response was, “we haven’t heard that one before.” I’m pretty sure they haven’t heard it since either. So thank you Caleb for ruining my phone in jell-o. Thank you for buying me a new one. You may have accidently won that battle, but it is I that won the war.