Hmmm am I ever going to get the hang of this new iPhone, Bloggy? I mean I touch it and all this crazy shiznitsie stuff starts happening. Which is fine because mama does like the POWER but also I am like jeeeez us I just want to dial.
Okay, so waiting at the dentist for my roots to be canaled. Again. And posts to be put in. And whatever else teeth need that is undeniably annoying and expensive.
Wait, remember the seats in the checkered cabs, New Yorkers? We would love to hail down a checkered cab because it meant you could like use the stool seats that came out of the back? Hmm what do the po po say about that now?
No comments:
Post a Comment