There is a joke in our family about the fact that Sereni’s have no butts. None. Nada. Zilch. The only time one of us ever could lay claim to anything resembling a butt is when my sister was thrown from a horse and her left butt cheek was so swollen it looked like she had at least half of one.
But lo and behold, there is no reason for despair. She butt dialed me last night. So despite the lack of protuberance, even those of us who are butt-less can still make a butt dialed call. Learning this has made 2016 a little less of a disaster than it had been.