Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Relief Is Just a Phone Call Away
As an adult, interactions with my family (parents and siblings) results in some adverse symptomatology. We all love each other very much. Unfortunately, that love is laced with a good deal of stress and excitement. Thus the weirdness ensues. See, whenever we get on the phone with each other, one or all of us have to run to the restroom. Yes, we are there for each other in times of need or irregularity. My sister jokes that I should call her "Les-Lax". She's right too. Who needs Activia when we've got each other. Regrettably, this phenomenon has made the use of cell phones in public places a bit precarious. It's pretty much answer at your own risk. At least there is no denying the love.