The New Phone

"Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday to You! Now you have a nice phone, so start answering it! Happy Birthday Sweetest Daughter-in-Law... in the entire world...and thank you for making us a Nonna and Grandad!" (sung to the traditional tune of Happy Birthday)

This is nearly verbatim what Matt's parents sang to me as we walked out of the Sprint store 3 weeks ago. If nearly verbatim means "I totally made this up".

Thanks, Mom and Dad, for my new phone! Thanks, Emily, for helping me name it! Names are very important for cell phones in our family, since they seem to take on their own personalities...and occasionally I find them bathing in my tub. I need to know what to yell when I open my fridge and all the milk is gone. Yelling at no one, in particular, is sooooo last decade. Now, when I question the children about who specifically (because you have to be specific) dumped the bucket of sand in my dryer, "Eggie, the cell phone" is an appropriate answer! The children are so grateful for their new scapegoat.

So anyway, my cell phone is amazing. And when I connect it to my laptop, it automatically transfers  pictures from the phone to the computer. And, in this way, I have learned that Eggie should never be left unsupervised. My phone has a nightlife...

AND...

Okay, so the first three pictures didn't take more than 3 or 4 hours for me to discover the culprit. (Emily and Steve, you are hereby FORBIDDEN to touch my phone ever again!)

But that hand took some work. Eventually, Joseph's shorts betrayed him. Level 22 on Angry Birds, my foot!

So, Eggie is now being carefully carried around in my pocket...for safekeeping and REAL phone calls. Unless you are actually trying to get in touch with me, in which case, I don't get reception.