My Dad is a hyper-communicator. He abuses phone and email like its his job. Texting, however, has generally seemed beyond him.
Actually, upon review, I’ve only ever received texts from him on three separate occasions – once in December 2011 with the simple request of Please Call, the second this New Year wishing me well and claiming he was in God’s Country (Lake Placid… Really? Didnt know it was Devine) and finally this gem:
I think my response was appropriate – especially given I was, quite literally, in Miami, bitch.