Yesterday at lunch, my wife laid down the challenge. She drew the line in the sand. She called me out. She told me I need to do a better job of unplugging when I get home from work. I guess live tweeting dinner has to stop. I guess checking Facebook every 10 seconds as if Andy Stanley was going to finally send me that Friend Request is no longer acceptable. I guess posting selfies to Instagram like it’s my J O B needs to come to an end. I guess checking email like I’m expecting the President to ask me...
