Not Anthony Weiner style, thank god, but Ryan style. Awhile back I got Grant's iPhone when he was eligible for an upgrade of his own. So my old phone has been sitting around getting no love. Ryan found it and deemed it hers, bummed that the 'internet is off' but happy about the photos and videos she can now take any ole time she likes. We'll ignore the time she filmed me in the shower, unbeknownst to me.....Anyway, two nights ago she brings her phone into me just before she's about to go to bed...
Ryan: Mom, will you please hold my phone for me tonight?
Me: Sure.
Ryan: You know, in case I get any text messages I don't want them to wake me up.
Me:
laughing
Ryan: I mean Shelli might try to text me back (
cue the crazy memory music of when she texted my friend Shelli MONTHS ago on accident), I know her number, remember?
And then again last night:
Ryan: Mom, will you keep my phone again tonight?
Me: Sure.
Ryan: Amelia might try and text me.
Me: Of course. Amelia is four, why wouldn't she text you in the middle of the night.
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the drop cloth isn't a permanent fixture....we had some work done on two sets of doors in our house. But those outfits, oh yeah, those are permanent fixtures now. Jealous?
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