Looking down on mid-town Manhattan (Taken with instagram)
Actually, I wish there was a way to call someone, press a button and have it - never ring their phone - but go direct to voicemail, so there is zero chance of them ever answering, because there are times I just want to leave a message. I have no interest in a back-and-forth discussion… I just want to leave an ‘audible text-message,’ basically.
I have never missed an episode of American Idol. There was a time when I was ashamed to say that, and I’d blame it all on my wife. Now, I just don’t care. It is what it is. I’m hooked. I’m not necessarily proud of it, but I’m no longer embarrassed, either.
So, I apparently use my phone like a teenager… long live passive-aggressive communication!!!
Ding! Dong! The Witch is dead!
In honor of Papa, trying to dress my best, like him, for funeral. (Taken with instagram)
Yes, I shot this with my phone, because it reminded me of Star Wars.
Me (at 3 years old) with Papa, looking hilariously similar. (Taken with instagram)
When my wife and I bought our house last year, this phone was on the wall. I laughed at it. However, I feel like it’s 1987 when I talk on it, so I doubt I’ll ever take it down.
