Have I told y'all that I love my BlackBerry, Blanche? I named her "Blanche," because she is attached to my hip, kinda nosey, and all up in everyone's Kool-Aid. Just as I imagine a "Blanche" would be...all pink-haired, gum-chomping, and polyester culotte-wearing Blanche. That's my phone.
And, through no fault of her own, Blanche had a bit of a setback this past weekend. The usual suspects who send multiple texts a day (ok, an hour!) were rather silent on Saturday and Sunday. Like Duckie in Pretty In Pink, I sniffed under my arms and questioned, "Do I offend?"
Sunday is always busy around here. And by busy, I mean that after church we went swimming and floated the afternoon away in our pool, also known as the vacation in our backyard. Good times. And, as was her custom of the weekend, Blanche continued her silence.
On Monday morning I talked with Bekah and she was all, "Um...hi...why didn't you answer any of mine or Lauren's texts this weekend?"