I'm not going to let a little root canal stop me.

Don't ever underestimate the power of a middle aged-texter. I can throw the thumbs with the best of them. My kids make fun of me because they think I'm glued to my phone. It's true. I am connected 15/7. (A gal's gotta sleep, right?)  I make every effort to answer a ringing phone, a chiming text and I'm the first one to admit that I don't like to miss a thing.

I'm so good at it that yesterday, I made my sister wet her pants. She called me when I was sitting in the dentist chair. I already had the rubber dam in my mouth and couldn't speak but I had my phone in my lap. The texts went something like this:

Debi: Having root canal cannot talk send text.

Sis:  No way.

Debi: I am. Wait for pix.

And then I sent her the above picture. Thankfully my dentist had a good sense of humor.

Sis: OMG.

Debi: Told you.

Sis: Can't type. Laughing too hard.

Debi: What did u want?

Sis: Diaper. I just wet myself.

Debi: :)

The only time I won't text is when I'm driving. NO ONE SHOULD EVER DO THAT. But any other time...it's open season.