Not so silent night

Several nights before Christmas and all through the house,  not a creature was stirring, not even the toy mouse.  Then suddenly came a loud clattering sound as  the toddler decided it was to quite in the house. Laughing and squealing he joyously bounced,  on his mother who was begging for sleep just an ounce.

Not so smart smartphone.

Through an unforeseen event, my cell phone met an tragic accident. Well mostly it got a cracked screen when I sat on my purse that had been moved into my driver’s seat unbeknownst to me. This is pretty bad by itself, but the worst part has been trying to get all of the important things and daily necessities off of my so called "smart" phone. Why is it that no matter what program I use to try to extract the information it takes 15 tries of doing the same thing to get it to work. Of course the urge to through the stupid thing across the room braking yet another phone, but I have do far refrained myself from doing so. I do however though use my imagination to picture the phone gliding through the air so gracefully and then the sudden impact as it shatters into billions of pieces against the wall. The little shinny pieces fall like sand to the floor and I laugh maniacally as would and evil scientist that has just unleashed the gruesome creature on the world. Or so it has played out in my head. 

I'm not sure about other people, but when I was young if we got hurt my mother would tell us to "Oh, just walk it off." This one phrase became almost like a mantra to live by. Hit your head, walk it off. Stubbed your toe, walk it off. Someone makes you mad, walk it off. Roll your ankle over first base and tear the ligament in your ankle, walk it off. Wait what? No Mom really I literally can't walk it off. 

Throughout my life I have certainly found that "just walk it off" wouldn't work in the literal for, but in a philosophical manner it can still be useful.