My phone automatically converts all voice mails to text messages. This is helpful because I don't have to actually call into my voice mailbox, put in the code, listen to ALL of the messages, and then press whatever number to save or delete each one. I can just read whatever message the caller left, and then decide to keep it by doing nothing, or delete it by tapping the garbage can icon.
Technology is awesome.
Unless one's cell phone is hard of hearing.
Which mine is.
Sometimes it's right on the money. Sometimes it's almost right, but it's not so mangled that I can't figure out the gist of the message. And then there are the messages from my mom. I think my phone just tunes out when she begins talking. Here are two I've received in the last week:
#1:
Hey sara it's mom...the girls have been branch your role and she did a wonderful job finished this I'm very proud of...they had ice cream andy had a cap take hey honey I just asked them because I'm going to ask for your sister I asked them to...lost their face in their hands hey honey said they asked if they could watch a movie and I can I mean I think that's okay but just case you know except for I think you need left arm because I was feeding pat I'm actually running too quick for my a good anyway...change farm is gonna meet x. y. dot but I can't get it when I get home...so I love you bye.
#2:
Hello hey...yo right now hello call me yes 8...at and tell me your hey sis hello hey hey daryl well mark you this is dad thank you hello hello hey goodbye hey hey hey.
That second one could be a song!
This one is probably my favorite:
#3:
Bye test peace.
No better way to end a blog post than "Bye test peace".
