Ally and I have a fairly rigorous morning routine (rigorous as in
precise, not as in rigor mortis). After brushing our teeth (here I
mean our collective sets of teeth (obviously we don't share the same
set of teeth (yet))), we sit down for a nice breakfast and morning
chat. Over the past couple of months, the topic of conversation was
typically pertinent to wedding planning, but now that we are married
(woot!), we no longer have this topic to turn to. Inevitably, after
staring uncomfortably at our disheveled selves for a few minutes, we
turn to our mobile devices for comfort.

This particular morning we were eating breakfast, that is, I was
reading "Faust" on my eReader, while Ally was surfing the mobile web
for strategies on brokering peace between the Alexes (Alexi? Alexis?),
when we had this SMS exchange:

Ally: How's the eReader?

Me: Good. Although now I have to carry 3 devices (fortunately, 85% of
my pants are of the cargo variety), sync 3 devices (unfortunately, I
only have 2 USB ports o

Me: n my laptop (I'm getting a USB hub today, do you want anything?)),
and none of them talk to each other.

Ally: Can you pass the syrup?