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Social Security: JK, No Cell Phone Is OK

I take full credit for this turnaround.

Social Security REQUIRING Cell Phone For Internet Access

Starting in August you’ll need to have a cell phone with text messaging to access your online Social Security account. This is from an email they sent to me:

If you do not have a text-enabled cell phone or you do not wish to provide your cell phone number, you will not be able to access your my Social Security account.

Something about this rubs me wrong. Not everyone wants to have a cell phone. Not everyone can afford a cell phone. But everyone should be able to access their Social Security account.

Sure, I Could Probably Fix It

But I think we found a great use for an old iPhone with a cracked screen.

I slapped a cheap screen protector on it (to keep it from cracking further) and bought a little speaker dock from Amazon. It now lives on a shelf in the girls’ bedroom where they listen to Mom-approved music during the day, and the Apple Music “lullabies” radio station at night while falling asleep.

Works great!

Oh, The Indignity

Family dogs have to put up with a lot of crap, or they soon find themselves out of a job.  Thankfully, our 9-month-old puppy is a super-love-bug, and has figured out the need to treat our smallest girl with care.  Usually, that means ignoring being stepped on, having toys thrown at him, being whacked while sleeping, having his doggy bed occupied, and things like that. He typically responds by simply ignoring her, but there are other times when her existence pays off, like when he hangs out under her high chair and she decides to spoon feed him her breakfast.  Or she shares her sippy cup.  Yeah, they have a special relationship.

Today, however, was something new.

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Paige found some stickers and decided to transfer them to Lucky.

Lucky’s reaction? This was it:


For Lucky’s sake, we’ll try to keep her away from the hot glue gun.

Leave The Money, Take The Tooth

At our house we have never pretended there was a real Tooth Fairy. The kids know it’s Dad ponying up the buck. 1 We still have fun. mutually pretending, however. And it’s sort of cute when the kids get mad at me when I forget to perform my duties.

Which leads us to this exhibit from my 7-year-old daughter. I knew she was writing a note for the “Tooth Fairy”. I foolishly thought it would be some kind of loving thank you. Nope. What I got was a very hilarious note that is pretty much summed up with, Give me my f—ing money. She’s a keeper, that one.


Marketing Much?

Saw this at the local Petco:

They do need to capture the all-important canine demographic.

What dog could resist chewing on carbonate?

In the checkout area they even had a harness designed as a sort of weak Wookie costume.

I should have checked the cat aisle for a Millennium Falcon pooper scooper. You know, to truly honor the memories.