That's Not What I Meant!

I was sitting at "tea" with some friends as one showed off her newest phone. She was intrigued with it's ability to GPS, take photos, text, email and access the Internet. Another listening friend sighed.

"I am not good with technology," she said holding out her simpler cell phone. "I can't even get my vibrator to work."

We all paused, and laughed. "Dear Friend," I said, "you might want to rephrase it to 'I can't get my phone to vibrate'." I'm afraid her face was a bit red.

Notes:
Dad went to his home, attached to my sister's house, last night. He still needs a great deal of time to recooperate and appreciates all your good thoughts and prayers.

Our hen crowed, or rather warbled, yesterday. Meaning "she" is a "he". I don't have a rooster right now so that's okay. I rather miss the sound in the morning.

On the other hand, one of the two other chickies is a hen and is leaving a rather small green egg in the mornings. We don't know if the layer is the white or red chickie.