About 6:30 last night, Regg and I were coming through Greensboro, Florida which is in the middle of nowhere on I10. We pull over at this Podunk gas station to get gas because Im on E, and the pump doesnt work. So I say, lets just go up another exit. When the ol Impala hits about eighty on the interstate, I suddenly want to vomit. Because when I look for my cell phone, it isnt there. And I know exactly where I left it. On the trunk of my car. I pull over, but of course its gone. We go back and try to find it, but we cant. I try to track it with one of those apps, it dont work. So, Im in Tampa, phoneless and sad. And thats not even the bad part. Now, I have to hear Reggie and his shit talking. Hey? Oh, nevermind. I thought I heard your phone ringing. Is this your phone charger? Dont need that. -throws cord out window I cant wait to lay in bed tonight and play candycrush. There sure is some funny stuff on Facebook. You should check it out. Oh, You cant? That sucks. Dont touch my phone. You might break it too. And so it continues. Ugh. When life gives you lemons, force your husbands eyelids open and squirt it in there.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 16:29:16 +0000
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