An Etch-A-Sketch iPad case.
Perfect for this retro gal who could never master etch-a-sketch way back when, and frankly feels the same about the iPad. Except that may not be for long because Laurie told me about the 'Color Splash' App and I have been busily uncoloring and recoloring some cute pictures in the files. Wow, this one was fun and I know I will use it more. Also, I got the iPad now picking up Hulu so I can sit outside and watch old tv shows any time I want- though the 'sitting down' part doesn't come easily.
New Fangled Times: Last spring I broke a molar in half while drinking coffee, and I was dentist-less here in South Florida AND we were packing the car to head for Key West for a few days. I called TY's dentist and they took me in right away while he sat in the car waiting, and installed a temp molar so I could eat. A few days later I had the new toof installed and they set me up for a cleaning and transfer of my records from the Boston dentist. They also gave me an appointment for today for a cleaning and x-ray session and who thought December would ever come back then? Well, let me tell you, I have been emailed with reminders for weeks now, and this morning I got a text reminding me when to show up. I am going to ask them to cease and desist with all but one reminder because I am not that old or stupid yet. But geesh, texts from my dentist? Sigh. I would so much rather get texts from friends, so text away, but please do not include the number '8' in your messages because I read that it not only means the past tense of 'eat', but also refers to oral sex*. The list had a bunch of other codes in it too, mostly referring to parents being present. And at this stage of life I don't have to worry about that, and in fact my kids don't have to worry about that either. And hopefully they are too old to text friends about '8'. Guess pretty soon we will have to intercept the grandkids texts but for now getting the almost-2 year old to just talk and getting the almost-4 year old to not talk is more the issue.
*funny story: Back when I was teaching middle school, my Art Room was directly across from the Home Ec room and the teacher and I became friends. At that point, Home Ec was evolving into more of a Family Living/Sex Ed class and her curriculum had an anonymous question box in the back of the room for kids to clear up some odd preconceptions. She shared one with the staff when it came through one morning- some 12 year old kid wanting to know more about 'Verbal Sex'!
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