Oh Jesus. Well, it's really been a swell day but right now I'm having a bit of agita (as Elizabeth would say) and am feeling agitato as Kinky Friedman would say and it's all due to the damn technology which rules our worlds.
So we got our new iPhones, as I said, and because we, being the Elderly, Jr.'s, had to go to Verizon to get all that shit squared away from one phone to another. Right? And to my vast delight, the woman who helped us was the same woman that I wrote about months ago whom I told, to her face, that she was a perfect example of a beautiful human being.
Which she is.
So anyway, I thought my phone was all iCloud-transferred and shit that I don't begin to understand although I do know that I can't take naked pictures of myself or my lover and not expect to see them on TMZ at some point, and yeah, I'm clear on that. But it seems that maybe it's not quite? All downloaded? And I took a picture of Ms. Brittany, the perfect example of a beautiful human being, but now it won't send to me and look- there's a lot of stuff about this new phone that I'm really not sure about.
I have a feeling that I may have to go visit Ms. Brittany again tomorrow and she's going to think I'm stalking her which is very sad and not at all true although if I were going to stalk a human being, why not a perfect example of a beautiful one? And if she doesn't think I'm stalking her she's just going to think I'm an idiot and that's even worse although painfully true.
And so forth.
Like I said this morning, First World Problems, for sure.
In some ways, however, I do feel that it's been a completely successful day in that Jessie texted me and asked if I had her birth certificate which she needs to get a Florida driver's license. I was able to put my hands on it within minutes and have taken it to her. So that's good. She Vergil have done a ton of work and unpacked hundreds of boxes and I'm very proud of them and their house is really starting to look like a home. And also, my beans should be ready by supper time.
Well. You can't ask for much more than that.
Life continues apace and I'm going to go make squash croquettes. Isn't it funny that croquettes and coquettes are such similar words? Have I spelled those right? Can you imagine a salmon coquette? Would she be winking at you? Would you be able to see her decolletage? I can imagine that but I can't really picture a squash coquette and you wouldn't want to put ketchup on any kind of coquette unless you had proclivities in that direction and if you do, don't tell me about it.