A New Phone

If you're like me (and my sincere condolences if you are...) you probably have gone through a kajillion many phones in your life. Especially after cell phones came on the scene.

From that first "brick" phone to a sleek flip model, two Blackberries and then my newest iPhone, I traded up so quickly, I swiftly acquired a drawer of telephone castoffs.

Poor castoffs! And bad me. Well, at least they are not piled in some landfill. Nope. I kept them; for what exactly, I have no freakin' idea.

So it was some trepidation that I announced to hubby that I bought yet another phone.

He looked at me with that same, oh gad, not again look.

"Really? I thought you liked your iPhone? You haven't even had it six months!"

Yeah, but this one I just got is so .... unique.

Sturdy.

Durable.

Classic design.

Comes in black too.

Only problem is, it may be a tad too big (and freakishly heavy) to fit in my purse. On second thought, if you've ever seen my knapsack purse, it may just tuck in after all. And that receiver can double as a lethal weapon - one swing and any attacker will be instantly rendered unconscious.

Okay, maybe I'll keep my iPhone... the games on this thing suck big time.