So, I move around a lot. Coming up in January, we'll have lived here for three years, which is the longest we've lived anywhere in quite some time. Poor Warren was born in one house and by the time he turned two he was in his fourth, and when he turned three, he was in the fifth. And if you're wondering, when he turned four? Sixth house. This one.
Also, when I said he was born in the house, that's not what I meant. I'm not one of those people. He wasn't born IN the house, he was born in an operating room while his mama was drugged out of her mind and not feeling a single thing. Because that's how I roll.
I've gotten distracted.
Anyway, moving around is amazing, and I love it, but I don't know how people in the olden days did it. The olden days being like the early 2000s when texting hadn't really taken off yet.
No matter where I go, I know Angela (and then Holly, and now even Megan and Samantha <look at how my village is growing!!>) is only an arm's length away. Assuming I've left my phone within arm's reach. And accounting for time differences.
I texted Angela from my samsung slider type phone when we moved to Connecticut in 2009. Remember those? Like, fourteen year old girls used them. They went up and down for a phone, then you could slide the top off and turn in on its side and then it had a qwerty keyboard. The qwerty keyboard was essential in my sanity when we started moving.
I had a blackberry in Guam (lol) so we had to use what's app and right after Daisy was born I got my iphone (same one!!) but we didn't have service and I guess I was too stupid to figure out wifi and imessage or whatever bc I used to have entire conversations with Holly in the Words With Friends app. Isn't that crazy?!?!
Anyway. The prompt was a recent text exchange that made you laugh but honestly, they ALL make me laugh. My friends are in there!!! That little black box with it's soft DING that still manages to startle me and make me drop cookies into the couch cracks- that's my lifeline to my friends. Knowing that they're in there, that I can reach out and with a few clumsy fat thumbed key strokes they'll rally at my back NO MATTER WHAT- that's a good feeling.
It's also slightly embarrassing to think that if one of us is ever murdered, some poor CSI sap is going to have to wade thru hours and hours and HOURS of utter nonsense.
We're talking about...how gross hair is? How rude some people are when you're pregnant? My recent narcolepsy?
Holly, if you're reading this, you're welcome for blurring your face out. It's the pic of when you got your highlights and you made that awful face.
Anyway. This probably makes no sense to anyone else in the world, and that's okay. The point is, I love those bitches with all of my heart and I don't know what I would do if we have some sort of nuclear holocaust or the zombie apocalypse knocks down all the cell phone towers and we can't text anymore. Yes I do know what I would do, I would die. Life just wouldn't be worth living.
Linking up with Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writer's Workshop with the prompt share a recent text exchange that made you laugh.
And just bc I can't stop (won't stop) I'm gonna add in some of the images that Angela's sent me recently bc they REALLY make me smile.
We send LOTS of pics of our kids being awful. Take Little Mouse, who won't let Angela out of her sight and also has HORRIFYING mood swings.
Plus, we're don't always talk nonsense about tv shows and food. We're also very academic.
And my personal favorite, shopping suggestions.
And a lot of times (okay, twice in the past five years...) we're just super sweet to each other.