Let the technological wars begin!

I hate to sound like a nimrod, but… well if the shoe fits, wear it.

My cell phone and I had a minor argument last night. It seems the poor little mechanical cousin of satan was nearing a power failure and felt the need to announce its predicament to everyone in the house. With its last, faltering breath it issued an awkward squawk to let us know that a lasting silence was eminent. Okay, it wasn’t its last breath and a lasting silence wasn’t eminent. Every time I started to doze off again, the little scalawag screeched. This went on for a significant period of time before I reached the unfortunate conclusion that I was going to have to do something: something drastic.

Richard is such a pragmatic and logical man. As I came back up from the basement with the sledgehammer in my hands (so many of life’s little annoyances can be resolved with a gentle tap from a sledgehammer), he suggested that I just turn the little feller off, rather than smashing it to smithereens. However, in the dark of the night, that is easier said than done. I carried the little miscreant out into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door for light. Ahh, the light came on. The little bastard screamed the night away in the refrigerator.

Justice is sweet when served cold.