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.
What I type: “I love you honey”
What iPhone sends: “I love you Joey”
(MY HUSBAND’S NAME IS ERIC)
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?)
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.