So I got a new phone. I get the new phone, Moo gets my old phone. The Mister got a new phone, Sassy got his old phone. It’s what we do. I think a lot of people do that.
Getting a new phone is right up there with getting a new laptop, or in my case, non-laptop.
Who could complain about getting new things? Me. I could.
Y’all, I don’t like new things. I like old things. A lot. About the time I love old things, they die. I know, there’s a metaphor in there, but it’s like, old things are resplendent with goodliness and character. I could write a series of posts on old things I love. Some other time, mayhapsly.
While we were having the phone data transferred, I looked for a new phone case and I came across this pretty clear case for my rose gold phone and it had sparkle glitters in it and I thought it was so neat, but it was too neat for me, because it cost an ungodly amount of money that made me suck air through my teeth and ask the rep, “Seriously?” what the fuck does it do? does it stop time? does it call your mother-in-law for ya?
Somewhere, there’s a woman with an iPhone X Whatever in a sparkly glitter case and I bet she has her nails done. She and I have nothing in common.