Dear Kid,
I love my phone. Even with the huge spider-web of cracks, it’s purple and it lets me text and make calls.
But that’s not what I wanted to tell you about.
Last night I went to a Meetup (yep, I’m cool and I went to a meetup) at Ahalogy (yep, I’m hip and I was at Ahalogy) where I met Susan (WHAT a generous soul—you can find her at www.workingmomsagainstguilt.com) and Amy (who was the cheerleader for some new ideas for me which will probably keep me awake for the next three nights—you can find her at www.ahealthylifeforme.com/) and a bunch of other people (you’re going to have to pile on the mom-love to get mentioned) and where I drank too much caffeine (if I didn’t care so much about punctuation this entire blog would be one sentence because that’s how it is in my head).
I did not eat an entire pizza while I was there (I had one slice) and I did not eat a cookie while I was there (“a cookie” means an entire cookie and these things were big enough to feed a small nation so I had a part of a cookie). I did get to show someone photos of the giant quarter. And I got to learn a lot about social media, blogging, and how to do things that will embarrass you greatly. But again, that’s not today’s topic.
The point (and yes, my dearest, there is a point) is that Ahalogy’s offices are located in a part of town I don’t frequent. Actually, it would be more accurate to say it’s a part of town I don’t ever.
Since I had no idea where I was going, I looked up directions before heading out. I am on top of things.
Only I forgot to write down directions to get home.
And for reasons that escape me entirely, I haven’t figured out how to get my phone to give me directions.
You—I know—have no problem with this. You say, “Phone, I need directions to XYZ” and it gives you clear and concise directions. Dad says, “Phone, I need directions to ABC” and poof! there are directions to ABC.
I say, “Phone, pretty please, might you take a small bit of your data and show me the way home?” and my phone laughs. Generally it guffaws. Last night it giggled so hard it fell off the seat, landing in my purse where it glowed contentedly the entire way home.
Fortunately, I have an excellent sense of direction so the 23 minute trip only took an hour and a half.
Did I mention my phone is purple?
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