When Texting Is Bad

Last night, Meri, Grandma and I went to the high school basketball game. Maddy and a group of girls were singing the national anthem before the game and this was the last time this year that they'd be doing this. Co-incidentally the first time that I'd see them sing it.

We got there and the parking lot was jam packed. People were parking several blocks away and walking. I dropped off Grandma and Meri at the door and went in search of a place. Found that some friends of ours from church who lived across the alley from the high school were gone...

So I parked in their driveway. They wouldn't recognize the car, but I was sure they'd understand.

The girls sang beautifully in parts. I recorded it but don't know where the camera is right now. The game itself was very intense, we trailed by 3 points throughout the first half of the game. At half time, Meri saw friends that she wanted to sit with so I let her. Grandma got tired of the bleachers and found a bench out in the hallway to read, so I was alone.

I happened to check my phone. It was pretty loud in there and I may have missed a call.

I sure did. It was from Ryan at 7:17pm. It was now 7:45. Because we'd never be able to hear each other I texted him.

me: "At a basketball game. whats up"

him: "Was in a crash. arm broke. at hospital." But less punctuation because he doesn't know where those keys are... Not even in a pencil.

That was when I collected Meri, got keys from Maddy so I could go straight to the hospital with her car and send Grandma and Meri home in the other one. Gave Grandma heart palpitations and then I walked very quickly across the street to get our car. I texted Ryan right away before getting ready to call Robb to come back from Bagpipe band class, an hour away.

me: "On my way."

I suddenly get a phone call from Ryan. "Mom, did you get my second text? I was just kidding! I got back to the house early! I'm ok, nothing is wrong."

I'm ever so glad he got in touch with me BEFORE I called and interrupted Robb... Because then he'd NEVER be able to borrow the car again.

I've been told that if I say I'm going to wring his neck, that could somehow be considered premeditated...

Is that true?