Lobotomy vs Technology

See that look?

Yep, Mom is the master of the stink eye. Just so you know, this particular stink eye is aimed at all you Smelly detractors, but I digress, which is my right as first born daughter.

Did I tell you that Mom had a lobotomy?

Yep, that's right.

In the seventies she underwent brain surgery to remove a benign tumor and morphed into a technological free zone. Uh huh, can't even operate the remote control for the TV. (Just don't be so naive as to engage her in a cat fight, er conversation, over politics or religion.)

She also learned to swear, mostly at us, while we rolled on the floor belly-laughing over her first attempts at speech.

Hey, the surgeon told us not to help. He said Mom had to find her own words, and we coped in true family fashion. Once we know you'll live, we lapse into hilarity.
Dad was a bit startled to hear his wife call his lovely daughters dip-shits, but it brought stomach clutching tears to our eyes.

So I've set the stage, and I ask you, would you give this woman the new iphone 4S?

Me neither, but she insisted, and you've seen the stinkeye, so I give you the results of her first conversation with Siri.

Now, be tender with your comments. Mom can't
work a remote, but she's a whiz on the
computer.