Black Snakes

Today I cruised along this WIDE open farm road about 15 miles from my home when my iPhone's message ringer went off.

"SHIT, I forgot to turn off the ringer!" I exclaimed to myself.

I figured it would go off one more time or so and then leave me alone.

It then rang again... and again.

"DAMN!! Seriously??"

With B-Man at CMU soccer camp 'till 1 PM and Wifey at work, I worried that something may have happened to him and Wifey was trying to be in touch. So I went a little further up the road, pulled over and checked.

There were two messages. I checked the first one, it was from my buddy Dave in Florida. The message said...

"Remember those Fourth of July Black Snakes? That's what my shit looks like."

The second message that rang was also from him. It was a photo of said Black Snakes.

I of course chuckled at his want to share this disgusting information with me, I then proceeded to thank God that it was pic of the Black Snakes and not his poo. I then held back a few tears at how wasted technology is on me. Then threw up a little bit in my mouth thinking about "black snake shit" and the abundance of issues Dave's colorectal area must be/is going through. 

I hate him. I hate ME. I hate us BOTH.

Later.

P.S. I'm over the wasted technology and hating Dave (and myself... at least for now). Now I just think it's funny. I will say I'm glad that at least all this happened on THEEE flattest road of the ride. I just have to remember to keep that damn ringer off!