I was futzing with my mom's camera phone at lunch and sent myself some salsa.
She didn't even know you could send pictures. Such a crime that she has a wicked cool phone and I have a plain jane phone.
Phhffpt. I really, really should be glad to complain about such things.
Yesterday, while running around trying to finally get my SS card changed over to my married name, I kept following around the same young couple. First at the Health Department where they were getting birth certificates and then again Recorder of Deeds at the Marriage License counter. As I drove off I saw them walking arm and arm around the corner to the courthouse. She was in a t-shirt and jeans. He was in Army fatigues.
This war totally sucks.