Between Friday night and Saturday night, my two brothers and I traded a total of 149 text messages regarding a family event.
We continued a lifetime tradition of playing a game called, “Who Gets In The Last Word?”
As kids, it might be who said, “Goodnight” last. As adults (adults?), it’s usually a variation on the theme.
Over the course of 149 texts, some “Three Stooges” material turned up, as well as a couple of Beatles references. There was a picture of a dog and a reference to a person named Kitty (beyond explanation, so don’t ask).
We are idiots.
And we’re good with it.