Last night my daughter and I went to the local internet-equipped cafe. We both took our laptops and sat at the same table. We, not even remotely resembling computer geeks, at least not in the Poindexter physical sense, sat there being snotty and snide about the other patrons and laughing like loons.
I cannot remember the last time I laughed so hard - and to be fair - we laughed hardest at ourselves for being such nerds. The very best part was when Julie, meaning to type something to me, sent it into another window. I really don't know who she was talking to but I'm fairly sure that he still doesn't believe that she sent the single word "buttmart" to her mom.
She does make me smile. Of course, she always has.
2 comments:
Buttmart. *snort* I need to know the context here.
Jenny - lady walked in with the "happy face". I commented. My daughter said she looked like she had an anal plug in. We decided to open a store because you cannot buy such things in this town. We were discussing names, you know, "Bed, Bath, and Buttplugs", etc. (We decided that "we be bp and sh*t" probably was not good) and Julie typed 'buttmart'. She just sent it to the wrong person. That's it. Now you know how boring our lives really are...lol. Have a great day!
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