A not-so-holiday holiday post
Sean has food poisoning. Which is not very holiday-spirit-ish. Everyone should send him some chicken soup and a get well soon card.
Also sick, but much more entertaining, is Sean's phone, which has been sending me the same text message every three minutes since around 8:15 last night. Oh, yes. That does mean that I didn't really get any sleep last night, and also that Sean, who doesn't have a texting plan on this phone, is paying 15¢ per message, and we're nearing 300 (with no end in sight).
What's that you're asking? Why, yes, it is just a little annoying to have my phone vibrate, crooning out Ben Jelen's "Falling Down," every three minutes (sometimes more--maybe twice in one minute--sometimes less because it misses the three-minute mark). But I have to be honest: it is more than a little entertaining. I laugh every three minutes... how many of you can say that?
