Who Comes First?

Strolling down the length of King's Road recently, past what is known as World's End, I stumbled upon a group of antique shops. I was drawn into Pimpernel and Partners where I found an assortment of French replica furniture and home accessories. It had the shabby chic feel with its vintage collection. Finding a shop that has a French flair here in London is always an unexpected surprise, so I enjoyed my shopping excursion there. My purchase of the day was not French, however, but a little sign with a universal reminder.

That night, when hubby came home, he found this little sign hung on his computer.  Am I the only wife of a Blackberry addict who has ever felt this way? Especially when in London, and he's working all day here, and then "on call" during the evening hours while the US is still working. I understand dear,  that you have to be available, I understand that someone might really need to contact you while we are at dinner, I understand that you can not read a text and listen at the same time, I understand that perhaps your company can not run on its own by itself--I understand, I really, really do!

Who am I kidding--it's no fun playing second fiddle to a phone!!!! Anybody with me on this one?