The following exchange of text messages happened last week. I was pet sitting for Leo, our friend's cat, and they were checking in. My sister commandeered my cell phone and gave herself quite a chuckle playing with the text to speech functionality (or lack thereof).
Hi CJ! How's our little boy?
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This is CJ and I will never let my sister play with text to speech on my phone again. Leo is great! Eating well and looks good.
For the record, I had not consumed any gin that night. Maybe a glass of wine or two, but no gin.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
We picked up a large bag of putka pods because 1) they were cute and looked like little pumpkins and 2) they smelled really good in the shop.
Got 'em home they look good, but they don't scent the room. And now we have 3 bowls and 3 sandwich bags full these things.
And suddenly, they aren't so fricking cute.