Butt texting
This is one of the more interesting butt texts the GG has sent. I do not know what it says and neither does he. When he is doing trail/chainsawing work on the North Country Trail and it is hot out, which it *sometimes* is, and his phone is in his pocket, it sometimes calls or texts people or 911 (once) 👀
When The Commander learned to text (on the iPhone we helped her obtain at the age of 88), we were going to a destination wedding in Asheville, NC. The Comm send a weird text, something like “plow Illinois, boyyyyy”. Traveling to North Carolina from The Planet Ann Arbor doesn’t usually involve Illinois. Ohaaao, Kentucky, and Tennessee.
As an aside, I remember being annoyed about having to travel to a “destination wedding”. I had to take time off work yada yada. Friends, I had the best time. I loved Asheville and our beautiful rental place there (with relatives) and was so happy to attend my beautiful niece’s wedding. Lizard Breath flew in from San Francisco where she was living at the time and the bride (her cousin) was like, “You came to my wedding from San Francisco?” Yes. That’s what family is about.
The scariest butt texting I [n]ever did was one morning when I was a new employee at Corporate America (18 years ago). I was walking in the early morning dark and I realized my phone was about to dial my boss. Jeebus kee-reist. In truth, that boss, the LSCHP, probably would have laughed the whole thing off. What a mensch.
So there’s the butt texting and then there’s the whole big dead frog in the grille thing…