In honor of Monday's bird shit post, yesterday my sister Lori texted me this photo she took:
Well, even I wouldn't drive around with that crap on my window!
Here's the actual text:
I didn't go to JazzFest in New Orleans this year, but Lori did:
That would freak me right out. You know me and birds. One of my goals is to live to be 102 and never be shat upon by a bird. I told you before--if that ever happens, they'd have to put me through a Karen Silkwood shower and line up a series of therapists.
As you can tell from my sister's texts, she's a big fan of exclamation points. I am, too. We're just naturally excited!!! Sometimes when I'm sending emails at work I have to go back and take some out so my clients don't think I'm loony. I mean, they already know I am, but they don't need the reminder. One time I signed off the end of an email with "XOXO" because in real life I really do love that client and it was just a reflex, but I caught myself and took it out and just sent the XOXO sentiment psychically.
Speaking of catching myself, you know what you have to be really careful about when texting? If you somehow misspell "so much," the iPhone will autocorrect it to "douche." I've caught that twice so far and I shudder to think of how many times I've sent this out:
Hey, it happens.