Downtown Portland by the Park Blocks.
Bob and I finally updated our phones. Bob got an iPhone for his birthday.
I’ve been violently against texting, mostly because I see it as one more annoying thing to interrupt me, but I caved. Who would have guessed that the person annoying me with texts would be my husband?
He sent me a text that said: Long friction day.
Quickly followed by: Frolic.
Me: Don’t understand.
Him: Frickin.
Him: Spell check is too efficient.
My texting victory was when I responded to a text message while co-worker was talking to me. “Hang on a second.” Revenge at last!! He’s always texting or emailing when I’m trying to talk to him.
We just upgraded our phones too, and the spell check is relentless. I just want it to leave me alone and not suggest any more words, thank you.
I, too, am violently against texting. Let me borrow your axe for a minute.
Thank goodness my darling wife refuses to carry her phone. She could be a texting maniac, but instead she chooses to be a telephonic Luddite. I’m glad.
Ahem.
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