Staring at my bubbled ceiling in my bedroom, I find myself feeling obliged to write something more than 140 characters. So here ya go, a post entirely written on my phone. Thank you, opposable thumbs.
Ohmygod I can’t even get through the first paragraph without mistyping shit. And then overcorrecting my error. This blows. No wonder people get so damn frustrated with technology. Aha! I found “full screen” mode. This may actually work.
A friend told me to blame the wine if this post ends up looking ridiculous and not making sense. Believe it or not, I’m actually not drinking at 3:48 pm. Not that I judge those of you who are, I don’t. I’m just saying, I’m not.
Parenting during the hurricane was strange this weekend. A few weeks ago, I wrote a post (which usually I would link to here but I’m on my phone and thus inept of doing any sort of linkages) how much tv your kid has watched this summer. I guess Irene is not a fan of tv because when that bitch roared through here on Saturday night, she tore some shit up, leaving a LOT of people without power (most in our county are still without) and without cable/Internet. Well ha friggin ha to you, Irene. You can’t touch 3G! Needless to say, being sans all major electronics has been interesting in this house hold. We have made swords out of coat hangars (the cardboard part not the metal parts. I only let Jackson play with sharp metal, remember?). We have gone on flashlight expeditions throughout our leaky apartment. And we have avoided burning down our apartment with the fire we light our candles with. And so what if some of the candles are Christmas scented? We still didn’t burn anything, though all I envisioned doing was clapping and cheering while this place was lit up in flames.
Anywhoo, enough about me. How did you handle Irene with your kiddos? Did you have 9 active leaks in your ceiling? Lose power? Still without power? Are you too living via your smartphone?
Yesterday I made the mistake of assuming that this place knew what to do post-hurricane, like Florida does. Florida rocked with hurricane Faye 3 years ago. We lost an 85 foot pecan tree and crews knew their shit. Here, in good old Maryland, crews made detours and screwed up your routes to accomplish anything, simply due to debris in the road. And yeah some was large and needed legit people to handle it but some was laughable. So you can imagine how irritated I was to spend over 3 hours in my car yesterday to get 2 errands done. 2!
Then I came home, put on sweatpants and went to bitch about it on twitter and my 3G wasn’t cooperating.
So here I am, writing a post from my phone. Draining my cell phone battery with the sole purpose being to put SOMETHING on mah blahg.
That’s how much I love you. And by you, I mean my little space on the Internet. Eh whatever, it’s all the same.
I’m sure if you’re enduring the agony of not having THE ENTIRE ELECTRONIC WORLD at your fingertips, you understand where I am coming from.
If not, then you just wasted time that can never be replaced.

Pa