I’m glad I have a lot of electrical outlets in my apartment here in Covington, Kentucky as it seems like so much of what I own these days needs to be plugged in and recharged.
My son recently gave me an iPhone. It’s an old one that he doesn’t need anymore. Now I don’t use it as my phone as I like the one I have. I think—no, actually I know—why I like it. I like it because it’s simple. My thoughts are the more crap you have on a phone, the more that can go wrong with it.
OK, in any case, getting back to the iPhone, I use it to take photos on occasion as the phone I actually like doesn’t even have a camera on it. Because I use the iPhone to take pictures, I have to recharge it sometimes. And, of course, I have to recharge the phone I actually use and like.
I also have to recharge what I smoke now. I still say smoke, but it’s actually “vape.” E-cigarettes have to be recharged and I do this every day, usually around two in the afternoon. Oh yes, I’m very much a creature of habit—even when it comes to plugging stuff in.
This will probably sound a little strange, but whenever I think I need to plug something in, I think of that old Country Music song, “Rub It In” by Billy Crash Craddock. Instead of singing “Rub it in, rub it in,” I sing to myself (sometimes out loud), “Plug it in, “plug it in.”
Remember that old song? Here you go.
Oh yes. Not only I’m I a creature of habit, I’m also easily amused.
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