Lost and Found

I occasionally (ok, all the time) miss calls because I can't get up and down my stairs very well.  Yesterday, I was waiting for an important call and I didn't want to miss it.  So I put my phone somewhere I couldn't lose it.... (You only think you know where this going...)  Half an hour later, I hear my phone ringing.  I'm sure it's my important call, so I look for my phone.  I can't find it.  I can hear it.  Loudly.  Ringing right next to me.  I tear the couch apart, I move all the pillows and blankets.  I'm starting to panic.  I can't miss this call...  Guess where I found my phone?  

That's right.  Down my shirt.  

How I forgot I'd used my bra as a phone holster, I don't know.  

But I did get to my call just in time...