Well, ding dang dong it! All this complaining about having no snow, and now there is some forecast for overnight. ON A FRIDAY NIGHT! That's no good. How's that gonna get Mrs. Hillbilly Mom out of a day of school?
To add insult to injury, the #1 son has to leave home at 5:00 a.m. to go to a robot competition on Saturday. That boy doesn't need to be driving during inclement weather. He's got a bit of his father in him. The gas gas gas brake brake brake part.
This morning, I noticed the county road was icy as soon as I pulled out from our gravel road. The Pony, my traveling secretary, tried to call and warn #1. Alas, no phone call comes between #1 and his morning regimen. So I instructed The Pony to send him a text. That works. He thinks it might be a friend, I suppose, until it's too late and he's read it inadvertently.
This afternoon, I found out that after The Pony and I passed by the closest prison to the Mansion, a wreck occurred. We had nothing to do with it. I swear. I only found out because I was haranguing #1 about screening out my calls.
"You really need to answer my calls in the morning. It might be something important."
"I can't hear it when I'm in the bathroom getting ready. Did you see the people jumping up and down in the road by the prison?"
"No. Did someone escape?"
"No. It was on that little hill just past the prison, right before your turn-off. Every time a car got close, they jumped and waved their arms. When I got over the hill, I saw a car off in the ditch."
"Well, I guess it's a good thing I let you know the roads were slick."
"I would have figured it out."
That's what I'm afraid of.
5 comments:
I would have figured it out, indeed. Oh to be young and not have to worry about the consequence of my actions ......
Kathy,
Yes. The older #1 gets, the dumber I get. Farmer H has already been through that with his two older boys, now 31 and 29. But Farmer H is pleased to report, "Now I'm getting smarter every day."
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What is it with only answering test messages? I mean, it could be handled with a 5 second call, but no, we have to go back and forth for 10 minutes texting! My son is a texter. If I want to speak with him, I have to text. Boy oh boy! And I am text challenged!
labbie,
I left you a comment on your blog. I had planned to part-way play along. But after the bloodbath, I'm just not feeling up to it. My apologies.
I don't get the whole texting thing. On the phone, you can still watch TV, drive, enjoy a sunset. But texting is like the dark ages. Write it down. Then read it. No. Wait a minute. Writing is too easy. Learn the qwerty configuration, when try to fit our too-big fingers on those tiny keys, and correct the errors that are inevitable.
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