Excuse me, while I get my phone out of it’s bag…

and ah, please hold for my phone to sync to the satellite.

Seriously, we have this ongoing argument in this house regarding cell phones. I am sure that most of you are rolling your eyes, since you do not even have a care about this subject. But I would love to be apart of  the new century. At least until Albums come back in style.

Let me tell you my story. My husband works for a telecommunication company. He has access to cell phones, – new ones. So all our contracts are through him (employee, and that particular company) My husband has a blackberry and an old timer cell phone. He is perfectly happy. He can get texts, photos, take photos, email, surf the web, check his work calendar, and do all the things NORMAL people do now days.  I well, I think that I still have the cell phone from Saved by the Bell. (Or for you older people – Miami Vice – the first episode.)

My husband got us a new plan a year ago, which allowed me 8 – yes 8 texts a day. I know this is amazing for me and all…but, I have more to say than: I will b thr soon. and then have no back and forth from that. I have friends that are dear to me that MOCK me, and will say “I just texted to you – and I know you’re at your limit, call me.”  I try to encourage my husband to text with me. I say oh, we will have it in writing, I will not interrupt your day, and so on.  He simply states that he is not a 13-year-old girl, won’t do it.  I think that the real reason is that he has giant monkey thumbs and just can’t do it.

So, here I am with my phone, a giant 72 pounder (I never exaggerate).  I could not even cheat in a bar setting if we were to go to trivia night…Okay, I am not going to trivia night BUT, if  I was asked to,  I would have to rely on my people magazine, TMZ and other gossip site insights to help me win, you agree with the burden here right? This shining argument has got me no where. Nor has this next one: All my friends are always on their phones and looking stuff up, sharing photos…This is the reason I have no photos of my kids with me  (my phone can’t take them or store them) and why I miss all important things in their lives – aka: nose picking, drool in the car, classic twirls, you get it right?  **Side note: Yes I would jump from a bridge if Mrs. Jones had an iPhone to be like her.** I have even played my mom card…MY MOM had an iPhone, that my now 7 year old has a gaming/music device!

Anyone have any way to help me convince the caveman what a great thing this would be for moi and all I could accomplish with a smart phone…

Sigh…then again, I could always get my own with the competition….

Happy Friday!!!

About snotarant

i am a janitor, maid, haus frau, mother to a five pack, a listener, a hugger, a sigher, a happier, a wine lover, a foodie, a hunter, a gatherer, a cook, a wife, a mother, a triplet mom, pedicure lover, a hugger, a crier, and sometimes just me... AND beware. I write like I talk...a little - well un-correct.
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2 Responses to Excuse me, while I get my phone out of it’s bag…

  1. Jenny says:

    Tell him with a new iphone you can invent the “Kama Sutra” app or the” Things for my wife to do so I can watch the game in peace” app – which ever is a better motivator.

  2. Jen, Just laugh and laugh at all that you post. I can’t top Jennys post because that says it all…maybe the giant monkey thumbs….can work into the Kama Sutra …XOX

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