Happy Poppie's Day!

Texts From My Mom (TFMM), Edition the first

Her first text, November 19th: "Hi are you proud of me"

And another to prove there may just be something to this--

The unintended dig: "Limited has skinny stretch jeans 70.00 and I just sent you coupons from there. They have a curvy fit in the hips. Love you"

HTC/Verizon/Android update conspires against me

My lovely friend Jay and I had planned to have a phone date when he was driving a 7-hour trip Friday night. We had a lot of catching up to do, and he had a lot of time on his hands, so he asked me to call him once I had some time. My phone had just let me know of an update that it needed, so I figured I'd download and install it before I called Jay. Little did I know that this whole ordeal would take over an hour, and that when I finished, all of my contacts would be renamed "Unknown." Suddenly, my phonebook of over 500 numbers was 90% of the way to being unchanged, yet 100% useless. Thankfully, after about two hours and a trip to the Verizon store (where they basically told me, "Wait,") the contacts started to return. I checked for Jay's number and sure enough, his name popped up with the familiar digits I remembered from high school. I immediately called, even though it was late by then and I thought he might have already reached his destination.

This was the exchange that followed:
me: "hey! are you still in the car? or have you arrived?"

him: "...what?"

me: "are you still driving or have you arrived?"

him: "...where?"

me: "um...i don't know where you were going"

him: "...claire. this is jason."

me: "....god damn it."