So we did it! The boy and I recently upgraded our five-year-old phones to the iPhone 4. And I have only one word for you : huh? That's right. I'm in love and my head has been stuck in this thing since the minute I humped the FedEx guy's leg as he retrieved it from the truck. And I don't care what anyone thinks. I love my iPhone. It's so freakin cool.
Now I know everyone's all caught up in the maybe-its-happening iPhone 5 release date. But to be honest, we didn't really care. Every six months there will always be a bigger, better, newer something. No matter what, our phones will still work and still be cool. So shove it Steve. We will have our iPhone cake and eat it now.
The boy looked at me in disbelief yesterday, after he asked to see my phone. Reluctantly I handed it over and then let out a loud yelp. "ITS MINE!! Don't touch it!!" I whined. "Seriously with that?" he scolded. Thing is, I tend to get a little Smeagol-y with expensive things. I'm not a person who makes such large purchases very often in life. Growing up my family struggled a lot and my parents pretty much gave up their dreams to furnish mine. So little things mean ALOT to me, let alone REALLY expensive gadgets. I'm always afraid someone will break it or ruin it or something awful---plus I'm an only child---so theres that. He handed it back to me and as I lovingly stroked its silicone case, the boy shook his head. "CHRIST," he chuckled. "Thank god we both got one."
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