Welcome to speed round Sunday on the Parenting Roundabout podcast, where we share a
mini episode from our past for your weekend listening pleasure. We'll be back tomorrow
with a brand new episode. What was the last text that you sent to
a family member, so, Nicole, was it something exciting about with one
of your Australian visitors or was it like hurry up, it's time to leave.
No, actually is and this I didn't mean to do it this way
or set it up like that, but this is literally what could because when
we first started to plan a time to record this podcast, I said that
I couldn't do it at a certain time because I had to go get our
old blue car smog tested. So I went today and I sent my family
a text as I was waiting for it to get smoged. And that turned
out to be the last text message I sent my family on our group chat
on our group text, and it was getting the blue car smocked. Everyone
crossed their fingers as in please, I hope it passes because I just don't
want to deal with repairing it. I'm just enjoying the verbs smocked. In
this in this context, we all know what what I'm talking about right,
Yeah, I think that's a California thing. But yes, okay, is
it so you don't we have Yeah, we like our smog out here,
you know. Oh i'd like for those those things who don't know what I'm
talking about. It whatever. Yeah, it's when you have to go get
your car checked to make sure that it's not putting out all sorts of fumes
into the atmosphere, and especially if it's older, you have to get it
checked once a year. And if it's doesn't pass the small pog tasts,
then you've got to get it repaired, and I could, you know,
be costly. So it's like, okay, cross my fingers, hope it
passes. So did it pass? It did? Successfully smogged? Yes,
all those fingers did the job. A good thing? You texted? So
that was my last test. Very good, very nice. How about you,
Terry. I'm looking at my phone. I don't have any good I
mean, the most recent ones are just like you know, yes or happy
face. Those aren't interesting. So I'll go through one. I'll tell a
bad story on myself. My husband went, he's just recently got a new
job, and he went to fill out paperwork for it and I had told
him I had given him a deposits from our checkbook, and I said,
you know, get direct deposit. I must have direct deposit because he used
his old job. He used to always like getting paper paychecks. But you
know, I'm the one who pays the bills, and the time laps between
when that paper paycheck is put in your hand and the money is available to
me is unacceptable now in this century. So it's like, get the direct
deposits. So you know, he goes off and does this stuff, and
I I guess it was all done online, and it sent him emails with
copies of all the things, and I get I have his email on my
phone because he never checks his email, so I check it for him,
and I see all these things coming through, and I'm looking, oh interesting,
and I'm looking opening a little PDFs and I see the one for the
banking, so let me check and make sure we got the direct deposit.
And I open it and it says paper checks, and the top of my
head blew off, and I start. I had this ridiculous tantrum, which
is why I'm always afraid, because it's like I tamped stuff down, and
I tamp stuff down and then some stupid thing causes everything to explode. So
I have a text here on my phone all caps, did you not take
direct deposit? So what it turned out was that he could not get the
thing to take the direct deposit. He kept putting the number in and it
wouldn't work, and it wouldn't work, and it wouldn't work. So finally
the ladies there said, just put down paper check, we'll figure it out.
We'll get it working for you. So in the first place, it
was not his fault. He had tried to do that in correct deposit,
and of course, because this is what happens to us controlling people, the
reason it didn't work, folks, is because I gave him a deposit slip
which has the wrong routing number on it. You have to give a check
the check has the right routing number. So it was my fault that he
didn't do it. So I will look at this text every now and then,
all in caps, and remember the fury with which I typed it,
and use it as a reminder that I'm a complete idiot. So that was
my last embarrassing text. Anyway, I did something like that recently where it
wasn't by text but where I hollered at my husband letting my my daughter go
somewhere without unloading the dishwasher. First yeah, and then yeah, she did
unload it. She unloaded it between the time that I checked and got annoyed
about it and the time speeds to be a periodic speed round inappropriate rages you
had done recently. Oh my gosh, I think that to how angry I
was, it was so stupid. Why do we sometimes you just need to
explode right? Well, my my last one is not very exciting either.
It was that my husband sent a picture. He got some kind of offer
to get free playing cards with a with a photo that he supplied, and
so he showed us the picture, the goofy goofy picture of our dog that
he got on some playing cards. So to send back the heart eye am
oji. I can show you guys the dog picture and you'll you'll have smiling
heart eyes. Tool