I woke up yesterday morning to the sound of the alarm on Mrs. TBF's Blackberry. In my haze, I heard her hit the snooze button, rolled over, spooned her (awwwwww!), and fell back into a deep, DEEP sleep. You know the kind: that great sleep you only get in the eight or nine minutes between snooze alarms.
A short while later, something woke me up.
Click, click, click...tap, tap, tap...
Rain?
Woodpecker?
NO!
TBF: Are you sending a text message?
Mrs. TBF: No. I'm sending an e-mail to somebody in Japan. It's important, and it's the end of their work day there.
TBF: You're sending an e-mail on your Blackberry...in bed...while I'm spooning you...and drooling on your pillow (didn't tell her that part)?
Mrs. TBF: Yeah. It's important!
TBF: You need some serious help!
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There are times when I would like nothing better than to grab GLH's blackberry out of his hands and stomp it into smithereens!
There is a reason they are nicknamed "Crackberries"
i can already see myself going down this path...
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