64 minutes and 28 seconds

So this weekend was a mess on so many different levels. Most of those I am not going to go into.

However, for 64 minutes and 28 seconds, the things that were going wrong were apparently broadcast to at least my father and possibly the rest of my family because my handy-dandy new phone triggered itself and dialed him.

Because its not bad enough that it happen to me, it should also be on display for my family to see.

I may be able to show my face again at family events in a few years. Ugh.