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it's funny, when I'm upstairs in my recliner, I call Phil down in his man cave.

 he doesn't answer, but always comes up the stairs halfway, and says, Yes?? what's up?

it's a brief convo.

there's got to be some way for phones to just alert somebody in the same house, or store, or wherever.


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  1. that's probably called laziness, Sheri. ha. I can't get over the gate for Eliza. I could walk all the way around the backyard to get into the basement and talk with him. anyway, I beat him final Jeopardy yesterday. it was easy. Oliver Twist. kids and me have seen that movie/musical a dozen times. Everybody got it right, but Phil. gotcha!

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