Wake up this morning and there is a note from SS (17). His “I” phone is broken. Ok, phones break.. I realize this. So you either turn it in or upgrade or whatever he and his mom want to do, because he is on her plan. Or DH will be stupid enough to just buy him one. And I am ok with that. We are totally separate monies.

Well, guess how the phone got broken? Come on. You will never guess.

He was using it as a hacky sac. You know, the little ball you kick with your feet and ankle. He said he does it all the time and it never hurt it before so he has no idea why it broke this time. BWAAAHAAHAA. The future of America people!!! lol