Dear iPhone: The desktop is loyal. What's your problem? Watch it or I'll sell you on ebay and buy a 'droid. Yours, Pamelot

My husband traveled to Tulsa this week.  I stayed safely at home.  Yet, business travel woes somehow continued to plague me.  Consider this blog “Life Lessons in Business Travel #3271.”

Most of our communication when we travel is by text message.  Thus, I rely on my beloved trusty traitorous iPhone to do my talking.

Day one:

What I  type: “I love you honey”

What iPhone sends: “I love you Joey”

(MY HUSBAND’S NAME IS ERIC)

Day two:

What I type:  “I’m getting into bed”

What iPhone sends:  “I’m getting into Ned”

(DID I MENTION MY HUSBAND’S NAME IS ERIC?)

Day three:

What I type: “I need you here.  Please hurry.”

What iphone send:  “I need you here.  Please Huey.”

(HIS FRICKIN #$%^&* NAME IS EEEERRRRIIIICCCCCCCC)

“Lucy, you got some ‘splainin’ to do,” for real!

Apparently iPhone is a promiscuous little beast; that, or she is trying to sabotage my relationship with Eric.  Maybe she has had her eye on him all along…

Lesson learned: Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.  And use a Blackberry.

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