The only interesting thing about my cordless phone is where to find it. It is usually submerged under all sorts of stuff, in this case, hubby's handwritten jazz charts, junk mail, audio cassettes (yes we still have those), and a pile of Cd's. It is also flanked by a springy rabbit who says, 'BOING' when you press the button, a Route 66 shot glass that I don't recall buying, a candle, an old car stereo (you never know, might come in handy one day!?!), and a model Fender guitar. The two unidentifiable objects are a jack adaptor and, of course, a fake moustache. No, don't ask me, I have no idea.