My husband is such a joker. He makes me laugh all the time. It’s one of the reasons why I married him. I love his sense of humor. Like this morning? He said the absolute funniest thing while he was checking out new cell phone plans for us.
He said: “Honey, do you think 200 texts a month is enough for you? That’s about 3 a day.”
Isn’t he freaking hilarious?!! I just can’t stop giggling about that one. (*snicker)
Even a year or so ago, I would have said, “Two hundred? A month? Gee, that seems like plenty. Probably way more than I actually need.”
Oh, little did I know. That was before I truly appreciated the convenience of texting when it comes to making plans. Or changing the car-pool schedule. Or just texting my hubby to say that he has a cute butt. (Oh no, I did NOT!)
So today, when he made that little joke, I just laughed and laughed. Considering that I can easily send and receive half a dozen texts before 5:30 a.m., all concerning whether or not I am up for walking, or if it is too cold or wet or rainy to walk, or that I’m staying in bed, and not bothering to go walk because I have cramps. Sorry… too much information (or for texting purposes: TMI)
Back in the olden days (like…early 2009), I never really *got* the need to text. I wasn’t good at it (I’m still not very fast), I invariably sent the message to the wrong person (which usually required a follow-up explanation), or deleted a long message halfway through composing it, (requiring that I start all over... ugh. Who needs that?!)
So if I had a question, I’d just pick up the phone and call. I always found it ridiculous that ‘unlimited texts’ were such a selling point that they are hawked ad nauseum on cell phone commercials (which usually feature overly precocious teenagers and tiny little ticking orange circles dug out of the trash can. You know the one…)
Now, though? Well, now that I've finally gotten the hang of it, I think that texting is just GR8! GR8, I tell u! If I need u to p/u J from twrlng, I can just send a message. Or if I have a QQ, there’s no need to spend 20 minutes on the phone to get an answer. Just send me a text and LMK.
Plus, it’s a great way to let Phil know to stop at the liquor store to get me a bottle of wine on the way home, without feeling all judged and everything. ;)
Granted, I don’t know all the lingo…not even close. I can’t ever picture myself texting as fast as some these teenagers I’ve seen (don’t their thumbs cramp up?!!). And thousands of texts in a month? (Imagine my 'sing-song voice' here...) Somebody needs a new hobby.
((Sidenote*: And, of course, texting and driving is just about the stupidest move ever. Did you hear that, people?!! DON’T TEXT AND DRIVE!!! You might as well just drive your car into the nearest sinkhole, and take yourself out of the gene pool because at some point, you’re bound to take somebody else out. It’s just common sense. Even Oprah agrees with me.))
But, in a PARKING LOT or in a store or in the comfort of your own home? It’s the best way to let someone know that you’re stuck behind some lady at the fabric cutting counter at Hobby Lobby (buying John Deere fabric, no less? Huh?), and you need them to get your kid from preschool. (Not that I’m speaking from experience on that one, or anything. Riiiight.)
And finally... as much as I've discovered that texting has made my life easier in some ways, I reserve the right to revert to my original ‘texting is evil’ stance when it comes time for Josie to get her first cell phone.
In 2017. ;)
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