A few months ago my good friend Jill called me and asked me what was up with the picture of myself I'd sent her. I had no idea what she was talking about, but together we figured out that Noah had managed to take a picture of me with my cell phone and send it to Jill. If you've ever taken a picture with a cell phone and then sent it to someone, you realize this is no small task. It takes several steps and some effort on your part, unless, of course, you're under the age of 25, in which case this special talent is somehow already embedded in your DNA, probably due to the exposure of microwave ovens, video games, and cordless phones you've experienced your entire life. (Heck, you can probably simultaneously program your Tivo, download mp3's, and update your blog all while ordering Chinese food, can't you?!)
But, back to my point. Noah had already sent a picture of me to someone I know without my knowledge, so, when I jumped in the shower the other morning and turned just in time to see a flash, you'd better believe I jumped out of the shower quick as a bunny. While frantically chasing the child clutching my cell phone I could actually see him repeatedly pushing the "Send" button. No fear I've ever felt before compared to the panic at the idea of a naked picture of me being sent to...well, ANY of the 23 or so people whose numbers are stored in my cell phone.
As far as I can tell, no actual pornographic images were transferred, but if you happened to receive an objectionable picture of me - my sincerest apologies.
And, um...since you've seen me naked, give me your honest opinion, do YOU think I should consider a tummy tuck?