Flip

Remember before you had a flip-open phone, how you used to pocket dial every once in a while? Sometimes you called your mom at 4 am, other times you called your boyfriend while out scoping guys at a club. Other times you called your friends (thank God for small miracles) and left a hysterical message on their machine which was replayed countless times at the next party. I love the pocket dial. I miss the thrill of the pocket dial.

My mom has this Flip Phone or Flip Camera or something. She takes videos of people, places they visit, sometimes just their house, and sends them to me. They're great: it's a little piece of home that I can watch over and over again. She sent me one today after visiting the Whisperwood Cottages. It's basically 18 minutes of pocket dial. You see, she films and doesn't really shut off the camera before slipping it in her pocket, where it continues to pick up picture (inside of pocket: not interesting) and sound (very interesting for the most part). The last time she did this, I heard 17 minutes of Oldies 1150 on her way to London. She's hilarious.

This time I hear Doug's voice saying, "That's as far as I can get it in there. It's only about half way, but I can't make it go any further."

Mom replies, "Okay, okay" in this entirely businesslike tone. I'm laughing my a*s off right now. I can only imagine they're talking about snowshoes or something, but God, does it sound funny.