My phone rings early this morning, and it's my mother calling.
"Blonde?" she asks, "Could you call my cell phone? I've been looking all over for it, and I can't find it."
I hang up and call my mother's cell phone. A few rings later she answers it. "Ok, thanks, I found it."
"Mom, could I just ask you one question?"
"Well, you called me from your house phone, right?"
"So, why couldn't you just call your cell phone then?"
"Well, I never thought of that."
Yes, I hate to say it, but I come from a family of blondes.