Pretty Accident

I have had more than my fair share of “accidents” involving placing my cell phone in the front pocket of my pants. More often than not, pocket dialing far too many folks on my contact list.

I don’t know why my cell phone can’t simply behave himself like our old telephones used to do. They certainly never “accidentally” land-lined my primary care physician multiple times in one day … on his personal number. But then again, I think it was the doctor’s fault for giving me his private number to begin with. What was he thinking?

Last night, however, I had a “pretty accident.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cellphone, which was inexplicably showing me the tail end of my “Recents” photo album …

But I wasn’t mad at myself this time. I thought the “accident” was kinda pretty, with its pinkish, bluish purple.

Oh, and that girl in the black outfit toward the bottom is grandtwin Madison, dressed in this year’s Halloween costume—Wednesday from The Addams Family.

But how on earth did I manage to “pocket dial” “picture taking” … multiple times?! And how did those colors become photos?

(Maybe I should non-accidentally text the pretty, colorful pic to my doctor.)