Aside from my melodrama, however, the holidays were rather uneventful. And by "uneventful" I mean that there was general harmony and peacefulness. And no one wants to read about that fruity shit, right? And so I arrive at my dilemma. Because, to be honest, I got an iPhone for Christmas, and I've been spending the past week or so reverting to age 16 and doing things like texting with excessive exclamation points or compulsively checking Twitter just to hear that little tweeting cacophony every time I load the application.
(I've yet to start saying "app." There may be hope for me yet, right? RIGHT?)
My husband doesn't think so:
But really. About that party. The kid is going to be three...you think he'll actually notice if we just invite the cats? (Okay, FINE. Grandma and Grandpa can come too.)
(And my phone.)