Yes, it’s Tuesday and I’m posting a Sunday Morning Confessions. I told you that I’ve become a delinquent blogger for the next few months and I have too many confessions to wait until next Sunday. So, ladies and gentlemen, here they are: confessions from the last two and a half weeks. Be prepared for some doozies. (And friends and family whom I’ve spoken to about it, don’t expect to read about “the date” just yet. I’m still too traumatized to write about it.)
1. I’m slowly adjusting to life as a smart phone user. Apparently all of the US of A has had smart phones for quite some time now, and I was one of the lone few who was still rocking the flip phone. Whatever. I loved that phone. I loved that I had to hit the number 7 four times to text the letter S and I loved that no one ever expected me to call or text them back because I probably didn’t have my phone with me.
Entering this “smart phone” world has been an interesting transition. My first “practice text” in the store was a bit of a disaster. It literally took me 5 minutes to text “What time do you get off work?” It was painful. My sister and the sales guy openly mocked me. Interesting sales strategy but I still bought the phone.
I suppose that’s what I get for trying to sound like Snoop Dogg. Apparently Siri doesn’t say “fo shizzle” and neither should I. And if you were wondering, yes, I did finally learn how to add punctuation to text. Continue reading