Wednesday, March 6, 2013

The Text That Should NOT Have Been Sent

I sent it Thursday night after an extraordinarily painful laser hair removal session. Thought I was texting my girlfriend. Instead, my embarrassingly descriptive text message went to a random male baseball contact stored in my phone.

Guess it could have been worse. Could have been my son on the receiving end. Now THAT would have scarred him for life!

It begs the question--how do you rectify random messaging mistakes? Is there some sort of protocal?

This is just one of the topics Gina and I talk about in this installment of the Real Botox Diaries. That, and helping her fight the funk she's in...along with some great tips for your trip to New Orleans!

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