So, uh... I'm out of texts this month. Maybe I was out of texts last month. Either way, Dad wandered upstairs and pointed out that I owed him $25 for being 174 texts over. I'm gonna leave my phone in the car at work until I get unlimited texting and if I'm out this month I'm not likely to reply to any of your texts. The other phone kept track of the texts and allowed me to clear the logs easily. This one won't let me clear the logs at all so I have no real way of tracking my texts. It might be worth the fifty bucks a month to leave the family plan for 200 minutes and unlimited text. My current plan gives me 500 minutes, unlimited nights and weekends, and 500 texts per month. Cincinnati Bell has a plan that's $29.99/month for 200 minutes and 1000 night and weekend minutes and I can add unlimited text and data for $14.99. I shall look into it!
Also, my dad's healthy sense of paranoia is keeping the Jetta in my hands. As much as I really hate that I can't help the girl, dad is always right. Period. Always. And as much as I like being around the girl, three weeks is nowhere near the point where I can feel comfortable sharing $6,000 worth of equipment, regardless of the circumstances. His common sense versus my desire to save the day... I guess you don't have a kid at twenty and end up where he is without knowing what the hell you're doing, though.
That might be a future post - The Origin of Cameron, a minibiography of my family. It'll be way limited in scope because I know almost nothing of their history, but I can try.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
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