Yesterday, I went shopping for clothes. I wanted Patrick’s opinion on the fit of a skirt, so I texted him a couple of snapshots–you know, the pictorial version of “does this make my ass look fat?”
Thus encouraged, I tried on a pair of jeans, and sent a snapshot of me wearing those. And a lace push-up bra. And maybe hooking my thumb a little playfully into the belt loop, and striking a pose.
Only, my iPhone somehow flipped over to a text conversation I’d been having with someone else the day before, just as I hit “send.”
Thank God it was a school day, and my son had left his iPhone at home. I was able to delete the image before he had to claw out his own eyes.
Good thing, too, that I pay the phone company an extra five dollars a month for parental safety controls. I can add mine to the list of blocked numbers.
That made my stomach hurt! I have a very text-heavy relationship with my husband and a teenage son who could possibly get caught in the crossfire if I’m not careful. Thanks for the hilarious heads up!
Too funny! I loved reading this while drinking my morning coffee, but I almost spit it all over my computer screen as I read the last bit. What a hoot! I’m going to have to share this one.
I am imagining this transpiring between Alison and Cole. Or worse yet, between my mother and me. Clawing out one’s eyes is the only appropriate response.
Taido, there are times that I’m grateful my mother has passed on. You’ve reminded me of one of those times.
Too funny! (Well, at least because you caught it!) Gonna check my daughter’s phone now…
You’re a lucky lucky woman. At least, you’re a lucky MOM. Yikes, lady. You’re killing me with this here.