Normally I try not to post reallllly dirty or vulgar things on here because I know that some of my audience might not approve (hi Grandma!) but I just couldn't resist today.
I got a new "smart phone" cellular phone a few weeks ago, and let me tell you, this thing is light years ahead of me. I'm guessing that I utilize about 2% of its actual capabilities. One of the fun things that I have found on it is a feature called "Task Manager". I often have strokes of genius while driving which makes for very precarious conditions while I try to dig out of my purse a pen and paper and then write across my dashboard while keeping between the lines. No more, my friends. No more.
Task Manager lets me press a little button, talk into the speaker and watch my little words flash across the screen in tidy little bullets for my To-Do lists. Yes, I am easily entertained. Another bonus - when I hold the phone up to my mouth it makes me feel like when I was six and my sister and I played with walkie-talkies all the time. Don't worry, I don't do the "ktchsss" static noise at the end though.
But I digress. I was trying to make out a list of outdoor chores to accomplish when I got home that afternoon. I pushed the microphone button.
"Hook up hose."
My little phone typed away. It is now that I should mention there is no spell check feature and apparently does not make inferences on which homophone to use. The phone typed out...
"Hook up hoes."
I shall now start going by the name "Madame Curry".
This is your cousin. I really enjoy your blog. I just had to say on this one that I always figured it would be one of the Zink boys who got into this line of work. You girls never cease to amaze.
ReplyDeletebtw, your photographs are incredible.