Although I’m no texting maven
, there are definitely times and places for this wonderful form of communication. This afternoon, an exchange with a friend took my mind off where I was
and helped fill nearly an hour’s wait in a doctor’s office. The conversation went something like this:
D: How was the appointment?
Me: Still waiting, but now in a little opens-in-the-front seersucker number. Quite the fashion plate!
Me: Look for me on the cover of next month’s Vogue!
We picked it up again about 40 minutes later:
Me: On the bus going home. All’s well. Don’t need to see the surgeon again. :) Naptime!!
D: Wahoo! Happy nappy!
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