Entering the Smart age…

I’m on my way to bed.  And I’m crying. It’s ridiculous.

I’ve had a non smart phone for so long I can’t even tell you and when it broke, I got it replaced with the exact same one.  I love it so much.  But it has a glitch.  An issue.  A downside.  A flaw.  It doesn’t get photos.  This is so huge you have no idea.  This means if someone sends a text message to multiple people I don’t get it because it comes through as a photo.  It drives me crazy.  I finally caved about three weeks ago and said ~get me a smart phone.

I don’t WANT one.  I just know I can’t get another non smart phone like mine that DOES get photos and that’s really the kind I want.  It’s little, it does what I want it to, I’m a girl so…it’s pretty, and it’s incredibly easy to text on it.

We went tonight and got Sean a new phone and I got his old one.  He’s neurotically careful so it’s in perfect condition.  Hell, it’s even my favorite color.

I hate it.

I know I’ll learn to use it, but I just don’t want it.

I get it.  I’ll adjust.  I’m sure someday I’ll be one of those people that can’t imagine ever going back.

I can’t imagine.

Right now, I just can’t even stand the sight of it.

What do I want it for?  So I can get all my freaking messages.  So I can check my email if i need to.  So I can check the weather.  yep.  That sums it up.  Right there. People that have 5000 apps?  Yeah, no.

Games?  That’s funny.

Music?

I have an Ipod, thankyouverymuch.

I just want my pretty little phone.

And don’t tell me to accept change and welcome to 2013.  I welcome plenty of change and pretty freaking cheerfully.  But in this case…I may be trying to smile but in my head I’ll be kicking and screaming.

addendum:

We are keeping my old phone under my daughters old number so when I run I can carry that and not the big phone.  That’s how much he loves me.  He knows it’s way easier to carry the little phone.  So I still get to keep it for emergencies.   It’s not the same.

Also…I feel…off.

This is the only thing I can think of for why.

We are getting ready for Easter and I miss Alexander.

~Teresa