Saturday, April 30, 2016
I am still having trouble figuring out how to manipulate this phone. It's almost dangerous to give a 63 year old dyed-in-the-wool country woman a smart phone and insist she learn how to use it. I have made so many hilarious mistakes. One son tells me he loves my microphone texts. I asked why. He asked if I read them before sending. I didn't. I had a "smart" phone. Right? My phone is not so smart. Turns out it has a potty mouth too. My sons were having loads of laughs but were not saying one thing to dear old Mom. The youngest (37) finally couldn't keep it in any longer and he spilled the beans. Now I don't see great, but I try to at least skim each thing I send out. Do a lot more one finger typing too. I don't care how old they are they're still boys and they love to see their mom get caught in a joke. Catch you later.