My husband got a new cell phone.
His contract was up and his current phone was crappy.
Anyway, since the new iPhone whatever just came out, the not-so-new-and-barely-old iPhone whatever is now drastically reduced in price by $600 thereby catapulting it into our meagre price range and allowing us to have hip and trendy phoning, surfing, texting and whatever else-ing capabilities.
Of course, by "our" I mean "our". And by "us" I mean "him".
But that's ok. I have a cell phone. Granted, it is a hand-me-down phone from my mother-in-law who handed it down to my father-in-law (remember him? The one who mumbles about pie?) who handed it down to me when he got a new phone. Come to think of it, I think he's gotten one or two new phones since then...
But I guess what I'm trying to say here is that I have options, you know? I mean, I could use my husbands old, crappy phone. Or one of many old phones that still work that people I know have abandoned to get the newest iPhone this-n-that or slide out whatchamacallit. Or I'm sure with little to no convincing I could even get a new free phone from the powers-that-be.
But honestly? I don't even want to.
What was that? Did I just hear a resounding "Why?" emanating from the blogosphere? Am I boycotting this wonderful technology? Am I sitting on a high horse, looking down my nose at all things "i"? Heavens-to-Betsy, of course not! It's not that at all!
It's just that my cell phone is AWESOME.
You know how when some people enter a room and all heads turn to behold their presence? Well, that's how it is when I make a phone call. All eyes are on me. Well, actually my phone. But at that point it's attached to my hand so we might as well be one and the same - bottom line: IT'S A SHOW STOPPER. Take a look.
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