Monday, February 9, 2009

Dear Clickity Clack, Please Don't Come Back,

I am sure you are very important. You are a teenager. You have friends, clothes and hair. That can keep you very busy. You're just lucky you're not my teenager. Seeing you text all throughout church, it was all I could do not to rip that little phone out of your hands. Just wish I knew your address...would have sent you a little note myself.

4 comments:

Marinka said...

Well, texting is free on Sundays with most plans.

Rachel said...

Maybe she is texting Jesus?

jennygirltherat said...

Comfort yourself that when she's texting in HELL, there will be no signal. Anywhere. For eternity.
Or, when she gets to the pearly gates and gives St Peter the "wait a minute" finger, he will slap her all the way to her new home.
Gosh, I'm not a very good Christian, am I. (But I'd rather party with tax collectors and prostitutes than a texter)

Anonymous said...

It's the "I'm so important" attitude that makes me want to do evil things.
Yeah, I remember being 15 and thinking all adults were dorks, but I never knew they thought I was so stupid as well.