Not just for cobbler anymore

Interesting. Tonight I am blogging with the assistance of my roommate's "BlackBerry." Of course, I didn't ask for this - he is simply too lazy to go get our laptop out of the car downstairs.

I had mentioned earlier that I felt like blogging. He just sat there and told me the laptop was in his car and he wasn't going to get it. I told him I'd go get it, but he said he didn't remember what he'd done with the keys. Sigh! He is so maddening sometimes!

I wasn't going to argue with him, though. "Fine," I thought. "I just won't blog tonight."

An hour or so later, my roommate asks me why I wasn't blogging yet. "Well, idiot," I thought, "the laptop is in the car, you lost the keys, and the tall kid is on the desktop watching crappy Aerosmith videos from their pathetic 90's resurrection from their drug and alcohol induced obscurity period. THAT'S why I'm not blogging! Idiot!"

But rather than explain this to him verbally, I just looked over my shoulder at him, shrugged, and squinted at him. Then he says, "Here ya go."And he tosses me his phone. "Blog with this."

Since I don't catch, the phone hit me in the head and bounced on to the floor. I peered at it on the floor from my perch on the couch while my roommate came over to pick it up. He handed it to me and told me again that I could blog with his "BlackBerry."

I was perplexed. This device is so small! I can blog with it? Really? He showed me how to work the device, and now I am so fascinted with this "BlackBerry," I have forgotten what I had originally wanted to blog about.

I think it had something to do with washcloths, but I honestly can't recall . . .