My Monday did not start out the way a person’s should.
I had to visit the yearly lady doctor (she said in a whisper).
Sometimes is it absolutely no fun being responsible.
I have no clue how to transition from the above into my new paragraph so make up your own segue and let me know what it is.
That’s my segue. CHOP!
Do you use emoticons?
Kerry (my twin, in case you didn’t know) does. She’s an expert at using them. She cracks me up. She sent this text to me last night. My words are in blue and hers are in white for those of you non-iPhone users.
Love the little thumbs up. I have no idea where to find that on my emoticon keyboard, by the way. Then I felt compelled to tell her that I ate her ice cream. Plus, I know where that icon is on the keyboard.
Let me explain.
Texas doesn’t have Rite-Aids (formerly known as Thrifty’s). But California does. And Rite-Aid is a drug store with an old fashioned ice cream counter inside. Except that it’s not cute like on Happy Days or whatever. But it’s cheap and good and that’s all that matters.
Kerry loves loves LOVES their Chocolate Malted Crunch ice cream. I do, too. A LOT. And, for whatever reason, I only eat it when she visits even though I could eat it every day if I so chose. When Kerry visits, we get a carton (or two or three) and eat it every day. Except for this visit. We took too long to get it, (even though every day we said we were going to go get some) and then we only had one bowl before she had to leave. It was our dinner, as a matter of fact.
But it’s still here at my house. In my freezer. Staring at me. Calling me. Beckoning me in its deliciousness.
I couldn’t help myself.
So I had to confess.
That shocked emoji followed by the tears cracked me up. The hubby wanted to know what the heck was wrong with me (I was overcome with hysteria and shaking the whole couch) so I showed it to him and, somehow, it wasn’t as funny to him.
I’m laughing now. I can’t decide if it’s because of the emoji or if it’s because Kerry makes me laugh on a regular basis (remember the astro pop?)
This got me thinking. I thought I should dig through my archives and find a texting convo between both my sisters and me when the hubby and I were in Monterey for our little Christmas vacation.
Yes. I have texting archives. I save my texts. I have a friend who deletes hers everyday. GASP. How could she? What if her significant other says one thing even though he actually said something else and so you have to go back through one or four or six months of texts to prove that you are right, as always? What does she do then?
I am practically the opposite of a hoarder and throw things away like I’m a professional waste management person . . . so much so that when hubs says, “Have you seen the such and such?” I get a pit in my stomach because I think, Ooops. I hope I didn’t throw that away . . . but I always answer, “I’m sure it’s around here somewhere!”
But throw away, aka DELETE, my texts? NEVER!
And, lucky for you, I don’t.
Because here’s a fun group text showing off Kerry’s emoji skills for your viewing pleasure:
The convo ended like this:
Awww. Tho thweet!
So I just recently figured out that anyone with an iPhone can get the emoticons by going into your settings. Who knew??
So now I’m playing around with them and using them whenever possible.
Do you emoji?
Did these texts crack you up or do you have to know my sisters? 🙂
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