Joe keeps saying he is going to get rid of his blackberry and facebook account and just have a simple hello/goodbye phone, but I don't believe he will do it.  Then he said all he really wanted was a simple blog page where he could post what he is doing and put pictures for his friends to see, so I told him I would figure out how to do it (which is convenient since I, through a tough struggle, escaped the chains of facebook at the start of this year).

It all started on Friday when Joe was power washing the driveway.  He put his phone in his pocket, went inside, took his pants off, put them (and the phone) in the washer.  After searching for his phone in the nude for a  period of time and hearing the washer cycle complete, he went to put the washed jeans in the dryer and there he found his clean phone.  It was now dinner time.  Elaine and I were famished, but Joe insisted on going to the Verizon store so he could get a new phone (he pays monthly phone insurance).  Unfortunately Verizon outsources their insurance program and you can't get a new phone at the store.  A claim must be filed with the insurance company and then Verizon will send a new phone.  So Joe called, from the verizon store, to make his claim and get his new phone.  After sitting on hold for awhile, while our tummies rumbled, he finally got through and made the claim but wait...a connection error, the agent is gone.  In a whirl of frustration he throws Elaine the keys and grabs her phone and says drive while his is on hold again.  We don't make it to a place to eat but return home where Joe remains in the car in the garage on hold, while the rest of us rummage for food....

Joe finally gets through and makes his claim, lucky for him he had only a $50 deductible (so he thought).  The insurance company had actually changed the deductible to $89 dollars, so now Mr. Baker is out 39 big ones. Outraged he continues to rationalize with the agent on how to redeem his 39 bones.

In the mean time, I am helping Elaine make chicken enchiladas with lard instead of cream cheese and other erring ingredients.  In the end the enchiladas were made and we ate, well some of us.  

In the end, Joe's 39 bucks are still gone....but he will have his vengeance!!!!