Today Lily hit me with a backscratcher. Apparently I wasn't paying her enough attention. I was, yes, on my IPhone. You see I am an IPhone addict-but its not what you think-I'm addicted to spider solitare. I wish this was a euphisim for something more bad ass or exciting, but it isn't. I AM actually taking about the card game. I guess spider solitare is a bad ass version of solitare if you think of it-you use multiple decks-it's like solitare with a mohawk and lip piercing, but not skinny jeans...it's not hipster. Anyways I'm always on my IPhone and always trying to improve my Spider solitare game, rocking out the two suits (on Friday when I'm feeling freaky I may try four suits but usually go running back to the comfort of two). Yes I am well aware that I'm using a $400 piece of highly tuned equipment for something I can do with a $2 deck of cards, and yes my battery is usally dead by 5PM making me unreachable. Maybe my abuse of technology can be cured, maybe there is an app for that...I wouldn't know, my tour of the app store ended with Spider Solitare. But hey, the apple doesn't fall far from the genetically encoded tree-my dad recently go at $600 Ipad and thinks its the sweetest radio.
-Logging off, I see Lily coming this way with a potato masher...
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