It happened.
I opened my mouth. Without thinking about the consequences of my words, I let it slip that I had been free of the chains of a cell phone contract for quite some time. Instantly, Mr. Husband smelled an opportunity to seek and destroy something electronic. Within minutes, my inbox was filled with suggestions and ideas and links to discounts and such.
The only way to make sure I would get to really make the decision on my own was to go ahead and pull the trigger before he could get further invested in the hunt. So, I did it.
People, I bought an iPhone. In other words, hell has frozen over. Yes, yes it has.
I've had it for nearly a week. Every day I wait for that moment when I can say that it has changed my life. I wait to be able to say that I'm an addict. I wait to confess that I can't imagine life without it.
Umm . . . it hasn't happened. While I'm sure it will at times be very convenient, I still don't see myself becoming that person who walks around with their nose buried in an iPhone app at all times.
However, someone else's life has changed. Someone else has become an addict. Someone else no longer can imagine life without it.
Someone else has had her nose buried in an iPhone app every. single. day.
The kid barely has her buns in her carseat before she begins begging to play games on my phone. So far, I've only downloaded a couple of free apps, and all of them are of the annoying educational variety.
She doesn't care.
She would happily spend hours spelling word after word after word and matching letters to sounds and finding the shapes and whatever else her little heart desires.
I give it another week and she'll be better at using the thing than I am.