...and holding. I have officially reached the last age. The one everyone quits on. I have had an amazing day and it isn't over yet. Plus, there is more to come tomorrow.
I have to tell this fabulous story about my amazing husband. With all the techies in the world, smart phones have become a way of life. Most people can and do access the internet with their phones. I have played with these phones, studied them, researched the operating cost and determined...I love my trackphone. The frugal guru in me knows that I have the best value. 2 of my sisters have smart phones and I often play with theirs. My sister Pam even has smart gloves...they have little pads on the finger and thumb so you can operate your phone with gloves on. All of this has led me to calling my phone a dumb phone. All it can do is be a phone and text. It also features the amazing graphical game of Snake...it might even be Snake II. I call it a dumb phone affectionately because I don't really want a smart phone. Too much $$. AND, I would have access to the internet everywhere, which for me would be really dangerous.
Today we met at Best Buy, expressed our buyer's remorse and returned the smart phone. I feel like a 20 ton load is lifted off of my shoulders. I may be the only person in the world to feel this way, but I don't want a smart phone. I love my dumb phone. Not as much as I love my smart husband who lives to make my wish his command if it is possible. The fact that he was willing to sign a contract for two years of service to get me something he thought I wanted...well, let's just say that is the gift that keeps on giving...for both of us.