My husband begged me for a year to get an iPhone. I kept resisting because I had only used my regular cell phone to call one person (him) about picking up groceries on his way home or something totally lame. Basically, we paid a lot of money to have potential emergency coverage in case either of our new cars broke down. As if that would happen.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
I worked for the county road department during my college summers, and it was a great job in that it paid well for doing not much of anything. A government job at its best. I was lucky to be the recipient of said job. One of the best parts was working with the fowl mouthed truck drivers. They spewed F-bombs like watermelon seeds. Hilarious to say the least. Eventually, I had to fit in and I became quite a potty mouth myself. Took that mouth back with me to college - and my sorority. Not quite the same effect there. Ha!