I lost your number.

Again.

For the 1,000th time since I’ve had a cell phone which I could save it to.

I’m terribly sorry.

But I need to talk to you.

I could have emailed but I wanted there to be a public apology of my oversight.

It’s a matter of urgence.

I’m ready to book my plane ticket to Michigan and I need insiders information.

Call me on my cell. You have my number.

But then. You are the responsible one.

At least that’s what everyone always says about you, isn’t it??