The fact that I'm blogging on a Saturday afternoon is not indicative of my sad existence but rather my unwillingness to do something productive at this particular moment. Though it could be argued that blogging is productive. At least more productive than certain things. Some of which are -- playing with my belly button lint; throwing pennies at the kids playing road hockey; organizing my collection of porn and pictures of your mom; and dancing naked while watching the weather channel.
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On Thursday night my dog peed on my pants because I got him at little too excited. So I had to wash my jeans. After the spin cycle I realized I had left my cell phone in my pocket. I ran down the stairs to the laundry room and opened the laundry machine lid. Just as I had suspected, no one had called me. At least my phone smelled Tide fresh. After several hours of trying to revive my phone with a blow dryer I gave up. It was clinically dead.
Or so I had thought. 3 hrs later my phone was alive and well.
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I suppose now is a good of time as any to go do something productive...
Be back later!
