Kevin and I have finally taken a leap into the 21st century; each of us now have our own cell phone. I went to the Sprint store yesterday to add a line and pick out a phone and I was amazed at the array of people.
- a female construction worker seeking the water/dust/heat/practically bomb-proof phone
- the executive in shambles over his fritzing Blackberry
- the teenager smacking gum and pouring over the picture taking, MP3 playing, super-texting phone
- and me - the pregnant lady who just wanted a phone with good reception that won't get crushed in my abyss-of-a-purse
After about 45 minutes of decision making, activating, phone book transferring, and money spending, I got the phone. It does take pictures, so I promptly snapped one of Buck, which is now the display on the little phone screen. In a few months, perhaps the picture will change to the Babe! (and I mean our baby...not The Great Bambino)