Today is a beautiful day.
Last night, my trusty pink RAZR flip phone gave up the ghost. How? Well, it had an unfortunate collision with my kitchen floor that proved to be more than it could handle. Somehow the wires providing power to the display screen were torn loose, so even though it still turned on and functioned, I couldn't see a thing. It happened right in the middle of texting my brother (sorry, Daniel!).
I was devastated. Ok, not totally. You see, it was pretty beat up already. I have an uncanny knack for beating the crap out of my phones. I'm surprised this one lasted nearly 2 years. Its predecessor met its untimely end in a freak accident involving a wad of papers crammed in a ginormous purse and an inconveniently placed cup of water...and I had only owned that one for a month or two. My RAZR had some pretty good dents and scrapes, but it stuck with me.
Anyway, I was just about due for an upgrade, which I have been looking forward to with quite a bit of excitement. Since my birthday was yesterday, my wonderful hubby told me he'd stop by the store and pick up a new one for me instead of make me wait another two weeks until I could upgrade. When he came to get me for lunch, there it was, in all of its brand-spanking-new glory:
Yes, folks, I'm (almost) up with the times. I am now the owner of a lovely BlackBerry Pearl 8120 in a gorgeous, frosty, light blue. I'm like a kid with a brand-new toy after Christmas. Good thing I don't have anything to do at work this afternoon: I have to figure out how to use the dang thing.
***UPDATE*** Since all of my phone numbers were saved to my RAZR instead of my SIM card (I'm a total idiot!) I lost all of my numbers. If anyone feels particularly strongly about me having his/her phone number, e-mail it to firstname.lastname@example.org so I can have it.