Texting

I have Vernon's cell phone this week because I am on-call to take pictures at a birth. (I know, I know... It's true: I don't have a cell phone, I don't want one, and I don't plan on ever getting one. Leave me alone.)

Anyway, so Vern's friend, Dave, texts the cell phone with: "You look good today." (Apparently, Dave had seen Vernon without Vernon seeing him, so he was being all sneaky-stalker-like with his text.)

So, this is what I replied to Dave's text: "You look like my grandma's vagina."

I don't know why I wrote that. I really shouldn't have.

What I should have said was... "my dead grandma's vagina."

Silly me.