I had do it today: I had to turn it my trusty old phone that I knew well and get into the 21st century. Ok, I was partly into the century, but without date plans and all that, you know? But the superglue on the phone (not its fault, I dropped it) gave in and gave up, so it was time. And to get a regular phone that *gasp* just makes and receives calls is so last year. And no cheaper than getting a real phone with stuff on it. So we made the leap...the gigantic leap...to a real phone with date and whatever else those kinds of phones do.
OK, am I dating myself too much yet?, cause, you know, I was born well before the cell phone was even around...you know, I had one of those that stuck on the wall, and even had numbers around in a circle, and you had to wait a while if you dialed a number with a lot of nines! If you are totally unaware of what I am referring to, we just may not be able to be friends.
But I digress. I did make one call today. It took me a few tries. I received a few calls, but until my 8-year-old got home, couldn't answer. Hopefully he'll have a break in his homework schedule to help a girl out a bit tonight.
So I all hip and up to date; but you might want to email me for a few days if you really need to chat with me.
I'm not in love yet; I'm not even in like yet.