Evidently genes trumps blonde hair

In a phone conversation with my mother yesterday she was *ahem* a little distracted as she tried to talk to me and my dad at the same time. I called her on it (i'm such a respectful daughter) and she said that my phone was breaking up anyway so I should call her back later.

About one minute later my dad called me to explain that it was not MY phone that was breaking up but that my mother, so engrossed in her conversation with me (ahahaha), had carried the portable home phone out with her when they got in the car to drive away. Since, obviously, home portable phones don't have too much of a range the signal was giving out as they reached the end of the street. The best part is that my mother was oblivious to the fact that she was on the home phone, assuming of course that she was on her cell and that is must be MY phone that was dropping the call.

This reminded me of the time I was in a restaurant with a group of friends and reached into my purse to pull out my cell phone. I dialed and waited and nothing happened. I dialed again . . . . . nothing. Exasperated I looked down at my phone and realized that I had grabbed my portable home phone. Now I do have to mention this was in the late 90's so cell phones were big and bulky back then and my portable phone was black and small so the mistake was understandable (ok well maybe not all that understandable). I sheepishly looked around to see if anyone had noticed and quickly slipped my phone back in my purse.

So now I contemplate the future of any daughters I have. They will inevitably inherit the phone gene that my mother passed on to me. Maybe I should plan on having only sons.