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My cell phone started making funky noises today. It would intermittently beep and chime in my bag and I would scramble for it to see what was going on, but of course by the time I found it the message was gone. So I would wait patiently for it to beep and chime again, see something shiny and wander off only to repeat the process all over again.
It was a long day.
This evening, just as I decided to throw the stupid thing out the car window onto Interstate 80, it chimed while in my hand and I saw the “Memory is 98% Full” message. Really, why bother warning me if there’s still 2% free?
I started by cleaning out all the old text messages. I hate talking on the phone, so text messaging is a perfect alternative to me. I don’t type in that awful language that is destroying our society. I use predictive text and get highly upset if it misspells something. (I rarely type ‘good’ but often type ‘home’ and keep forgetting that ‘good’ is the default word for 4663.)
And then I discovered some photos that I had snapped on my phone and forgotten about.
I used to do all the paperwork for the cafe on the couch. My in pile on my right, and the out pile neatly stacked on my left. This is a photo of Zipper being oh-so-helpful.
We went out to dinner at our favorite sushi place for UMB’s birthday back in November. I have NO idea what we were discussing when I snapped this photo. I can only imagine it had something to do with pickles. Why he makes this face when we talk about pickles, I’ll never know.*
The sushi place makes the BEST creme brulee. I know that sounds strange, but it’s true. And this vanilla bean creme brulee is about the best dessert on the planet. I think it actually has taken the place of New York Style Cheesecake as the dessert I will choose before they flip the switch on the electric chair. Of course I get the chair after beating the cable guy to death with a remote control, but that’s several years from now and another story altogether.
My aunt Celeste just moved in with us, and one of the items she brought into the house is a little shoe rack for the entryway. We are unable to use it however. It seems Prince has claimed it for himself. That cat ain’t right.
*UMB saw this picture on my screen and asked, “Who IS that?”
