My football coach sends me a text message on Sunday morning, asks if I've got time for some coaching over the phone.
Foggily, I try to text him back.
But I don't know how to text.
All I get out is "gg" before accidentally pushing whatever button makes it send.
He writes back immediately. "Not familiar with gg."
I holler for my wife to text him back and let him know I can talk on the phone. We don't clear up "gg," and let him go on thinking he's out of touch with the latest texting slang.
Okay grandpa…time to buck up and try texting a little. If a monkey can do it (and Scout, I’m sure) I think you can. IBIY (I believe in you!)
GG (go get-em!)
Texting is the silliest waste of time I can imagine. There’s a reason grown-ups don’t do it as much as kids:
Grown-ups realize they’re not going to live forever.
AMEN, David!
P.S. Oh Yeah -about Ms. Eileen: “buck up grandpa” ??
Big talk, because if I recall correctly she just recently learned how to rip songs off iTunes if memory serves she called it “downloading”)
gg = Good God! (as in “you’re freakin’ jokin’, right?”)
gg = gack! gurgle! (as in “call 911”)
gg = Get Gipper (as in “Go rent “Knute Rockne: All-American” and see what Reagan had to say, I’m busy”)
gg = ” ” (as in “I can’t figure this texting thing out…let me put my wife on it”)
Good to find your blog again, David!