From the lovely world of my phone.

Texting Adventure #1

Ryan: Are you coming tonight?

Cara: Yeah, I'm planning on it. Unless I'm ambushed by squirrels on my way home tonight.

Ryan: So we will hope to see you, but won't be surprised if you don't make it.

Cara: Precisely. Proceed as normal and be sure to ask the squirrels for my body so you can hold a proper funeral.

Ryan: Ok.

One day later . . .

Ryan: Hey cupcakes, we have the library reserved this Friday at 8:30 for a movie party. We are watching either Skyfall or Les Miserables. What do you think?

Cara: I say Les Miserables, but I'm just a cupcake so what do I know.

Texting Adventure #2

Cara: Why you no answer my call?

Mother: [no response]

10 minutes later . . .

Cara: Is the family alive?

Father: [no response]

5 minutes later . . .

Cara: Is the family alive??

Sister: [no response]

Commence panic attack. 

This has nothing to do with texting or phones, but in honor of squirrels, I have provided this lovely photo of a British squirrel's unusually fluffy rear end. He lives in London, and enjoys spending his days rummaging through garbage and hiding nuts in places where he will never be able to find them again.

The end.

(See what I did there?)