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 needwant 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 exactly like this one.

I especially love the touch screen.

And the facebook application.

And the CheckPlease application.

And the fact that all of my iTunes songs can go on there.

And the fact that many of the applications are free.

And especially the TOOBZ-Free game application. The Toobz game makes me understand why my six year old is always begging to play his DS.

The TOOBZ game is addictive. And it is also responsible for robbing me of precious sleep the past few weeks. The toobz game requires you to hook pipe together so that water can flow freely throughout the screen without intteruption. 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 game inevitably turns into thirty minutes of me trying to beat my high score.

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. 

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