From Inmates to Playdates

If you’ve spent anytime roaming the halls of ‘From Inmates To Playdates’ you know that I have mentioned several times that I really want an iPhone. And, if I mention it here on the blog, you can bet the farm that I have aggravated the ever-livin-daylights out of McDaddy about it.

However, that was not the case with the iPhone. (ahem!)

While I may have mentioned one, or two, or ten times that I really would love to have one of the suckers, I assumed that me and my beloved pink RAZR would sail into the wild blue yonder together in spite of all of the new fangled cell phone options and technological advances. And that for eternity, we would have a bond because seriously? Why on earth would I acutally need an iPhone?

Well.

I do excel at talking.

And it is a fabulous phone.

To my surprise, I arrived home a few weeks ago to find a box on my porch.

I sliced the tape on the top of the box open and was excited to see what my new phone would look like. I really had no idea that my sweet McDaddy had ordered me an iPhone.

I squealed and fell in love all over again. I triple puffy heart love the iPhone.

I think it might have surpassed the TiVo as the best invention of my time.

There is pretty good chance that I will spend the better part of the next five years getting aquainted with the thing becuase there is so. much. to. learn. But, sweet hallelujah, it is the coolest gadget evah.

My iPhone looks like this one except the outer shell is white.

I especially love the touch screen.

And the facebook application.

And the CheckPlease application.

And the fact that all of my iTunes songs are at my fingertips.

And the fact that many of the applications are free.

And MOST ESPECIALLY Words With Stinkin’ Friends.

I met Words With Friends a month of so ago. We’ve been great friends ever since. In fact, you could say I’m a Words With Friends, addict. It entertains me at the Doctor, on the airplane, in the bathroom, in line at the bank and late at night just after I hook the phone up by my bed to the charger. 

One more move inevitably turns into thirty minutes of me waiting for the other player to make their move.

I’m like a little kid getting his DS fix.

I love the iPhone.

It works for me.

And I promise to never ask for another phone ever, ever again as long as I shall live. 

Now, my question to you, what is YOUR favorite iPhone app? 

And, what is your favorite kid’s app?

As if I need one more app to zap my time.

And as if I ever give up my precious long enough for anyone else to play a game.

It happens.

Just not often.

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