baby boomers + technology = baaaaad
At least once a week my father calls me and says:
“Babe. I have 600 voice mail messages. How do I listen to them again?”
“*sigh* Alright. Press 'Menu'”
“Okay…It says 'Messages.'”
“Press 'Select.'”
“Okay…It says 'Write Message.'”
“Press the up button a few times until it says 'Voice Messages.'”
*click click* “Okay.”
“press 'Select.'”
“Okay…It says 'Listen to Voice Messages.'”
“Press 'Select.'”
“Okay…It says 'Calling Voice Mailbox.'”
“As soon as you hear your outgoing message press the # key.”
“Wait, when?”
(I can hear his outgoing message playing in the background.)
“Now.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now. Do it now!”
“Okay…I have 7 messages…Oh, these are old…Half of them are me cursing at the phone.”
Yeah. Sometimes I just want to grab that mobile phone of his and smash it to pieces.
The baby took an extraordinarily long nap today. I don't blame him. It's a good day for it. So I've made the executive decision to skip lunch and hopefully get him to eat a big dinner. I don't think he'll hate me for that. Right now he's just sitting on the floor next to me yelling at this obnoxious bunny that my grandmother gave him for Easter. I need to figure out how to put pictures on here.
dur.
