26 Feb 08 r u kidn’ me wit dis?

Speaking of texting.

The English language is mutating. 

If you don’t believe me have a ute send you a text message. 

A certain minor in our household has a telephone. 

She’s only allowed to text us her parents. 

We just gave her this permission over the weekend and I’ve already received a flurry of messages in some language that vaguely resembles English.

I’m delighted and hopeful that this might be a viable form of communication as she enters those years of her life where her dad slowly descends the trail of stupidity.

After the 10th message I had to amend our texting agreement.  (yes, I realize the limitations of time and space when it comes to sending a text message)

She can only text in full, plain English.

After all, if it was good enough for the Apostle Paul . . .