Cellphone Guilt

A week or so ago, I watched as my daughter set her cellphone to wake her up the next morning and decided to learn how to do that with my phone. Once again, I forgot how to get to "Tools" and had to find my little phone handbook (buried under a stack of Stuff To Do in my bedroom) to figure out how to do it. In the course of all this, I realized I had 17 messages waiting for me on the phone. When I finally figured out where I wrote down my password, I was able to listen to stuff starting from last January! Two from Aunt M.E. - forgive me!

My penance is:
5 Hail Marys (with my password on the end) every day.
Learn how to send text messages and send one to my son every week.