Oops, Wrong Number. And Torch Lake

Tonight I text DTD: I bought you a present.

A little while later I get a text: Who is this?

Oh...DTD hasn't forgotten me completely, I see I typed in the wrong phone number. It was almost right, just one number was wrong. So I guess we can't add cell numbers to atomic bombs and horse shoes, is it? I'm really fuzzy tonight, but what's that saying, Almost doesn't count except with atomic bombs and...what AM I trying to say? At any rate, almost doesn't cut it with cell numbers.

So, I text back to this stranger: Oops, sorry, wrong number.

Stranger wouldn't let it die: Ok but who is this?

KEM: Just a dopey girl who can't punch the right numbers.

Stranger: Ok haha lol it's all good.

Dopey: Ok bye have a nice night.

Stranger: Ok you too thanks for saying that bye.

So then I text DTD and tell her that I just told her I bought her a present but I sent the text to the wrong number and we had a very nice texting conversation.

DTD probably has her eyes balls stuck in an eyeroll, at twelve o'clock.

Today at church I met a new young lady who joined choir. I asked her if she's from St. Petersburg.

NOOOOO...she's from MICHIGAN. Glory. I love Michigan and it's offspring.

I asked, Have you ever heard of Torch Lake?

Has she ever heard of Torch Lake? How 'bout her grandparents live next to it.

Well, old KEM had never heard of Torch Lake and KEM'S mother has never heard of Torch Lake either and she spent 35 consecutive summers in Michigan.

So, now, within 3 days, I've heard of Torch Lake twice and I'm going to swim in turquoise- colored Torch Lake if it's the last thing I do. And BTW, I discovered that not only my friend's mother (whose memorial service I attended yesterday) spent all her growing up summers on Torch Lake, but all her children did (meaning my friend), too, while I was in the opposite corner of Michigan swimming in Paw Paw Lake.

I think a donut is calling me.

BYE,
KEM