Instead of just calling?
Every time a commercial comes on for some cell phone company with unlimited texting or whatever Keith gets all worked up about people texting instead of just calling. What is the appeal of texting and why can't you just talk on the phone and why do people need phones that can order your dinner for you or you can read a book on anyway? Can you tell that he is getting to be one of those cranky old men? These damn kids and their cell phones and driving while texting and what is so important that they need to be glued to thier phones anyway? Ruffians, all of them!! And whippersnappers, too!!
Since I don't have a cell phone and wouldn't know how to use one or text on it anyway, I cannot answer these burning questions for him. I don't know why people text, is it easier or cheaper than just calling? Is it so the people around you won't be disturbed by your loud phone conversation about your yeast infection? (True story, Keith was entertained by a woman discussing this exact thing while in line at the grocery store. Appetizing while shopping for your dinner, yes?) My only answer for texting is that maybe it's less time consuming than just talking on the phone about whatever? Why do YOU text instead of just calling? Seriously, inquiring old minds want to know!
What else is going on around here other than Keith ranting about cell phones?
Oh, he found a roll of film in his sock drawer so we took it to walmart to get developed, having no idea how old the roll was or what was on it, and then remembered last night that we hadn't picked it up yet, so we walked over to walmart to get it. We were also hungry and lazy so we ate a not so healthy but actually pretty tasty dinner at the McDonalds in the walmart. Fine dining, that was. Plus you get to watch all the people coming into the store.
The pictures were of his cousins wedding in 2006 and also a few from Jeremy's birthday party that same year. And some pictures that were just black, nightime I guess. I don't think we even have the camera that took the pictures anymore. Or maybe it's in the sock drawer.
And now I need to go clean the cat boxes, just another day in paradise.