sexting.

I don't believe in sexting because you never know when you might be having an affair and then you lie about it on the stand and then poof!  The whole world can read your text messages.  The whole world includes your spouse you are cheating on. 

Can you tell I worked for City Council when there was Kwame Kilpatrick drama?

I also don't believe in sexting because I suck at text messaging.  Ever since the iphone came into my life, I SUCK at getting the text message to the correct recipient.  I'm sure it isn't all the iphone's fault and has more to do with the fact that I am always having to have one eye on Henry while I'm texting and washing the dishes and sweeping the floor and whatever else is happening.  My iphone came along when Henry was a few months old. 

Anyway.

Today I accidentally sexted someone.  Henry played in my car for a long time this morning, longer than usual because I didn't get any sleep last night and didn't have the energy to find a more productive way to spend our time.  When he plays in the car he likes to have everything on at the same time.  Lights, radio, hazards, blinkers, etc...  After a while I realized I should probably try to start the car.  Nothing but  click click.  I decided to let him play for a while longer even though we were supposed to meet up with a friend and there wasn't another car around.  I figured I'd text message my friend and he could come over to rescue us.  I texted him about my car battery being dead and I figured he'd write back and offer to help.  I waited and waited and the battery was getting deader and deader and I didn't hear back so I sent another message that read, "so can you come over and jump me?" not even thinking about it sounding dirty because by that time I was making Henry's lunch while doing laundry and I was getting worried that my friend was waiting for us and would be pissed that we weren't there. 

Oh the confused texts after that were maddening and hysterical and there was lots of, "I thought we decided we'd just be friends?" and "huh??" and "what are you talking about?" and then I got a text message from Henry's dad about alternators and auto parts stores and ooooooooh.  Shit.  I accidentally sent the original dead battery text to Henry's dad.

I decided I need an intern to proof read my text messages.  Scratch that... I need an intern to just send my text messages for me.  If they accidentally sext someone on my behalf, they will not pass the class.

Did I mention I didn't get any sleep last night?