So... last status report had my wife blasting my brand new "el cheapo" cellphone and flooding the service provider's voice mail queue. After wiping out the messages I received a second salvo... Enough was enough. I had no desire to exchange spew at that moment, so I got myself a new number. Things were semi-peaceful again. Until...
Mrs Gno remembered that she has email... then she remembered how to use it. Mercifully she forgot about adding subject lines in the emails. I dunno what that was all about because I promptly dispatched the offending items to the trash can and set some new rules. Yeah! All her messages are automatically recycled to free up electrons - my contribution to the global warming crisis. Satellite communications are down due to solar activity. (Uh huh, life at the beach is good...)
Before anyone jumps in and tells me I should at least open them and use them for legal purposes or something... don't worry, my legal ducks are in line and quacking up a storm. Completely covered on that front. Don't need more.
Furthermore, I don't want to hear what she has to say. Sorry, not interested. Serious communication between adults should be done FACE-TO-FACE. I was available 24/7 for a long time and she could have taken advantage of it at her leisure then. That privilege has now been revoked. Talk to the (legal) hand now dear, it's the only one that's listening.
