The other night while getting ready for bed, I found a bump of unknown origin in a place I cant see and won't mention. I was concerned. I did everything I could to see this bump. I turned and twisted and even did some very unattractive yoga type poses by the mirror to try and get a look. By this point the bump is feeling irritated - probably from the pulling and rubbing. I had to know what it was! I grabbed my cell phone and snapped a picture. I zoomed in and studied it for a... bit. Probably a bug bite, maybe and in-grown hair but definitely (in my best Schwarzenegger, Kindergarten Cop voice) "It's not a tumor!" I deleted the picture, brushed my teeth and went to bed. I completely forgot about the whole thing.
The next afternoon, I was looking for pic for my blog. THAT PICTURE SHOWED UP IN RECENT PHOTOS!!! It scared me!
"Sweet Mother of Pearl! What the hell is that?" I yelped. Then I remembered. Then panic set in. Had I accidently shared that???
Nope. Thank you, Lord. (and the people all said, Amen) Apparently, just because it is deleted, doesn't mean your phone doesn't know you took it. Your phone knows things. Your phone is ashamed of you.
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