Grrr... I didn't want spam for breakfast!

I'm on my busy Monday morning scramble to get things done and my mobile phone rings.  I don't recognize the number and answer to find an automated message.  On my mobile phone.  Spam.  Not only is it spam, it's weird spam.  The concerned female voice on the tape told me it was the second warning that my vehicles warranty is expired and has she got a deal for me.  

1st thought:  My warranty has expired?  Oh dear!
2nd thought:  Wait.  What warranty?  It was a 3 year warranty on the used car we bought back in 2003.  There is no current warranty on the car.
3rd thought:  Second warning?  Where was the first?  I am the only one that listens to my mobile phone messages, so I couldn't possibly have missed the first.
4th thought:  Wait... this is my MOBILE phone.  They are wasting my precious minutes with a pre-recorded spam message?  I thought there were laws against this?
5th thought:  I uttered an indelicate word and pressed the little red button on my phone.  

Really, I thought there were laws in the U.S. against spam taking up phone minutes.  Are there?  Granted, I didn't stick around on the call long enough to hear who actually was behind the call, so I'm not going to be able to do much about it, still...  It's the first time I've received a spam message, though I'm sure it won't be the last. 

This is what I get for being an artist

I've always been proud of my hands.  These are strong, capable hands.  They are delicate and loving while being strong and forceful.  They create, they take care and they make things happen.

In today's post was a woo-woo spiritual piece that was talking about palm reading.  I was about to toss it when I grabbed G's hand and compared his and mine to the chart.  We spent a while trying to figure out what we were looking at before tossing them inevitably in the trash.  My hands are very different from his.  I've never seen weirder hands than G's.  They are not the hands of a manually inclined person.  He calls them "specialized" while my are very multi-purposed.  It was his final choice of comparative words that had me literally on the floor laughing so hard I couldn't breathe:

"Whereas my hands are very specialized, like a Mercedes Benz, yours are very industrial, like a tractor."

Like a tractor.

Great. 

How fulfilling.  *rolls eyes*