calm before the yadda yadda
Beer, brewing and poker, with possibly some inane drivel on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Hmmm. I may have finally figured this whole internet on my phone thing out. Impressive! Painful and stupid, but impressive.
Every single time my mom leaves a voicemail, it goes a little something like "....this is your MOTHER. The woman that gave you life. Call me!"
I asked her the other day why she just doesn't get the interent, and immediately regretted it. She'd not only inevitably wanting to be Facebook friends, but also send me every goddamn chain email she's missed out on the past 10 years. Great.
Not only do I now have to make sure I keep up with the phone calls, but prevent her from ever getting online.
Well, let's see if THIS stupid thing will post. Goddamn I hate the interenet.