It was inevitable. J & I caved and upgraded our cell phone plans to include texting. It’s just that it seems most of our friends have forgotten how to pick up the phone. As the saying goes, if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. Now I won’t get pissed when people send me texts because of the $0.15 they were costing me. It’s good because once, I was in line at the store, and I got a text, and I screamed out in agony. The customers around me thought it was because of the price of milk. I told them it was because someone sent me a text and I didn’t have texting in my plan. They understood.
I will remain a non-fan of texting. But I do see its value sometimes. I still feel like I have olives on my thumbs when I’m trying to text, mostly because of my antiquated phone sans keyboard. Maybe now I really will need thumb replacement surgery.
In other news, New Englanders are crazy. J had a Halloween family event today. Sounds nice, right? Except for the fact that it was mostly outside and it rained.all.day.long. Still, 200 people showed up. In Halloween costumes. And rain boots, umbrellas and rain jackets. They played in the mud. It was spectacular. Did I mention I’m volunteer of the year?
My camera still has the flu, so no pictures …