Well, at least it isn’t Hal

I’ve not been writing this evening. I’ve been playing with my new IOS7 software update on my iPhone.

The thing I was most excited about – a male Siri voice – was my first change. So now when my phone calls me Serene Royal Highness it does it in a man’s voice. Yes, Siri really calls me Serene Royal Highness. What else would he call me?

So I was listening to him talk to me, just saying the banalities like what in my calendar and who my husband

is, and I was just sorta lamenting the fact that he didn’t have an English accent when My Honey heard him.

“He sounds like that guy. That famous guy. You know the one.” He rolled his wrist and looked at me like he was trying to send me a psychic message. “That guy. The really smart one.”

“OH YEAH!” He was totally right. Now my phone sounds like Stephen Hawking.

I was dreaming about handsome Englishmen (think Colin Firth, Clive Owen, or oooooh oooh oooh how about Alan Rickman! Oh my God, I’d never get anything done. I’d spend the entire day talking with Alan Rickman) or roguish Scots (think kilt) and I got a physicist. It’s a good thing I like smart guys.

*****I just want to note that during the writing of this blog I was attacked by a rogue dragonfly. What the hell is that all about?