How Things Get Done in My House

Yesterday, at the doctor’s office, I realized that I didn’t have my phone.  I figured that I had left it on my desk at work.  This morning, it wasn’t there.  I went back outside and searched my car.  Nothing.  So I called home.

My mother is in charge of the cell phones in my house.  Mostly because she wanted one about ten years before I did.  We figured out that our contract is just about up, anyway, so it wasn’t a big deal to go get a new one.  And while we were at it, she wanted to add my grandfather to our contract.

He is still doing pay-as-you-go-minutes.

But before we do, she is going to go and check her car to see if my phone is there.

It was.

In ten minutes, I went from:

OMG!  MY PHONE IS GONE!

to:

Oh, cool.  Getting an iPhone.

to:

Damn!  I wanted an iPhone.

So you can guess what I did…

I ordered it.

2 thoughts on “How Things Get Done in My House

  1. Littlebit says:

    Anne, my Audrey is determined to be in the GBoWR for who can go through the most mobile phones..I think at this point that she has had every make/model known on this planet..finally, the iPhone..it is the ONLY time I have not heard her say one bad thing..and all this time I thought it was her service..imagine that! 🙂

  2. Anne says:

    Yeah. My brother considers Apple the Evil Empire and still loves the iPhone.There is a joke going around that Apple should pay Blackberry advertising fees for the service outage during the 4s launch!

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