Cell Phones on Sunday

Sunday after the sacrament was passed I had to slip out and run back home. i had forgotten a Relief Society hand out so I left Brett alone with the kiddos at church. I made it home but a trip that was supposed to take 10 or 15 minutes kind of turned into 20 to 30 because I couldn't get the printer to work. Brett got a little worried about me so he stepped outside in the foyer with the kids to call me. Except I didn't have my phone. Where was my phone? In the diaper bag. Where was the diaper bag? In sacrament meeting under our church bench where we were sitting. I had forgotten to turn off my phone. Brett didn't even know the phone was ringing because he was outside. There was no one inside to stop the ringing. What makes this story a little more embarrassing besides a phone ringing during someones talk for about 30 seconds? The ringtone..... It was Honky Tonk ba Donky Donk. The butt song. There is a good side to this story though. I don't think anyone knew it was our phone. The person behind us thought it was his ipod going off so he ran outside to try and stop the ringing from his phone so everyone thought it was his. Haha. By the end of church though the guy had figured out that it was Brett's and came up to him and said, "that was your phone wasn't it? It's ok though, everyone thinks it was mine since I jumped up and ran out. So I covered for you." Brett says I am never aloud to bring my phone to church again. Not even on silent. He also wants me to change my ringtone so no one will ever know it was us.