Sunday, November 27, 2011


Thanksgiving is best described as the holiday of text messages.  Mac got an iPhone, and he texted people even when he sat next to them.  We texted each other from different rooms.  It was all in good fun, we also talked to each other.  But how better to share the event than to share some of the texts?

  • Talking is lame so I will text u even though u are right there next to me
  • I survived.  I know you survived mom, Aunt Debbie didn't text me to tell me to call 911
  • Add salt.  Now add some pepper for color.  aaaaah, much better
  • J is a jerk, he kicked Sam. 
  • H and A are standing on the table.  I am sending you a picture
  • Soup time.  But is it not as good as yours.  You are my favorite now.  Mom, it lacks flavor.  Add salt.  Now add pepper for color.  That is fine, but it only effects the broth.  The balls looked fine to me.  They are, I just like yours better.  You are still my favorite.
  • Where are A and H?  I don't know.
  • You need to shower, your butt is bad.
  • Pls pass the snacks.  How much longer till we get there?  3.5 hours.  Mom, I love you.
In all, it went much better than I would have expected.  Mac behaved so well he earned computer and Wii back.  Thoose in the know, know that is a BIG thing.

If you want to get in touch with me, text Mac.  He will text me and I will get back to you.

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