Butt, first…

Recently I was on a walk with my nieces when they heard voices coming out of my butt. Now I admit I may have “talked out my ass” once or twice in my life, but this was different. Apparently, I butt dialed someone. And this was no ordinary butt dial. This was a six person Facetime call.

I’ve had a cell phone for about twenty years, and I’ve never butt dialed anyone before. Now that probably means one of two things: either I’m officially old, or my butt is getting bigger because the phone was in my back pocket.

As you can imagine, neither of those sit well with me until I realized that it could actually be both of those things.

Anyway, consider yourself warned if you’re in my list of contacts.