You didn’t know about today’s special significance?
Well, you may not be familiar with this special day, but it’s a pretty big deal for me.
The first significance of Dinosaur Day is that even as I write this, my sister-in-law is giving birth to her second little boy who’s name is going to be Dinosaur Rich.
This may seem like an eccentric name, but if Gwyneth Paltrow can name her daughter Apple, then the hip Rich clan can have a Dinosaur.
I mean, considering how a newborn looks right after birth, the name “Dinosaur” comes to mind for all parents, right?
This funky name choice came from Dino’s three-year-old brother who insists his new baby brother is going to be named Dinosaur.
My brother and sister-in-law have tried to tell him they might go with something else, but big brother insists he will not call his new little bro anything but Dinosaur.
The second celebration of Dinosaur Day is because I have now been without my iPhone for over 24 hours so I’ve basically been living in the Cretaceous period for a whole day.
My baby has been having persistent fevers for the past couple of weeks which has caused Mommy constant worry; i.e., my iPhone keeps overheating for no reason.
The series of questions that came from the Apple customer service rep after telling him about my iPhone issue was interesting.
“Ma’am, has the heat from your iPhone caused you any bodily harm or damage?”
“Yes, I now have severe burning on my nose, along my laugh lines, crows feet and saddle bags so I’m pretty sure Apple Corporation is going to need to pay for a nose job, plastic surgery, Botox and liposuction.”
“Ma’am, has the iPhone emitted smoke or burst into flames at any time?”
“Yes, I’m roasting marshmallows over it right now. It might give them a funny flavor, though.”
Anyhoo, on Wednesday they said my replacement phone would be coming via FedEx on Thursday or Friday at the latest, so I’ve been sitting by the front door like a crack addict waiting for delivery.
I can’t go anywhere. I can’t contact anyone and no one can contact me unless they send a message by Morse Code or Pony Express or homing pigeon because I have no cell phone, and we got rid of our land line eons ago because who needs that prehistoric service, right?
I NEED IT!
I NEED PHONE ACCESS OF SOME KIND!
I NEED MY CELL PHONE OR SOMEONE IS GOING TO DIE!
Wait . . .
Is that the rumbling of a delivery truck coming up my driveway?
Is that someone at the door?
I’ll call you! (Oh, how I love saying that.)
Happy Dinosaur Day!