This is the HUMMER. (She joined me for breakfast this morning on the patio.)
The DUMMER is me.
I accidentally deleted a part of my cell phone contact list.
I got a new DROID. The yearly contract says I can upgrade my phone for minimal costs. Of course, there is always more expense than meets the eye. Insurance. Data Feed. Yada Yada Yada. But in the end the actual phone only cost $50 because of a rebate.
When the technician transferred my information from the old antiquated phone to this new "Beam Me UP Scotty" gadget, she briefly mentioned that the info was shared on my Google contact list. These young geniuses forget that some of us are technically challenged. She just rattled off some facts and threw the owners manual at me.
I rarely used Google so only had four contacts on there. That is why I was initially confused yesterday when I opened Google on my PC and noticed all sorts of cell phone contact numbers listed.
"Whaaaa?" I thought. "There is no reason to put my friends telephone numbers out here where someone might hack them!"
And, then I started deleting them. Fortunately I stopped before completing the task. The sudden and acute memory of "Droid talks to google" hit me like a full salt shaker to the head.
So, if I don't call you, it's because I'm embarrassed.
I am a grandmother, a wife, a mother, a sister, and a friend.
I know that a woman who will tell her age or her weight will tell anything. I won't tell mine, so you can trust me. I have a cat. I have a duster that I don't use.
The photo header is one I have taken of Gram's antique writing desk. My dust.