I blog to remember.

I want to remember all those little things.  Mostly, they are the exciting and humorous moments I have with Reese but I must blog about today's little laugh.

Recently our verizon bill has been creeping up.  Each month a tad bit larger than the last.  Am I talking more? No.  I talk less because I have no time.  Have I noticed Dallas turning into a chatterbox lately?  No.  Who's stealing our phones and yapping so much.

Answer?

Anyone ever heard of text messaging?

Anyone think a grown man could out text your average 6th grader in a month?

You have now.  

Meet Dallas.  He's a cutie.  A great father.  Has a love for fishing and long walks on the beach. Enjoys a good meal and text message with the best of them.  Too bad we're not getting cash back on each text.  Instead we are $200 in the hole.  Unbelievable.  Really.

According to the Chartered Society of Physiotherapists excessive texting can contribute to hand, wrist and health problems.  Just what we need, people.

If you aren't catching on yet, there's a direct correlation to this rise in texting and the time of year...fantasy football.  Turns out as the commish and someone involved in an absurd number of leagues, you receive and send ALOT of texts.

I brought Dallas into our study to show him the bill.  We both fell out laughing.  

Month 1:200 over

Month 2: 540 over

Month 3: 987 over

Yes, a grown man.  

But I love him.  I really thought it was hilarious (as did the verizon chick on the phone when I called to fix our bill giving "Mr. Social" himself unlimited text messages monthly) until I realized that I am only about 12 percent of his monthly messaging.  That is some crap.  I expect I'll be getting some daily from here on out.  The good news?  It won't cost me.