So last Thursday was one of the best days in my existence. Right up there before getting married. KIDDING, HUBS. It was the release of iPhone 4 and mine was expected to be delivered between the hours of 9am and 5pm. Only one thing stood in my way: the rugrats.
Rumor had it that you had to be home to sign for the package, and I would not be home. I would be at their house. So a couple minutes before I went to pick them up my friend Emilie came over just in case the package should arrive while I was away. I’m not taking chances here. Have you seen my phone history?
I go and pick up the kids, tell them we’re going to have a fun filled day over at my house. Translation: we’re waiting for my phone to arrive.
Mid afternoon arrives and let me tell you: I am the happiest kid on the block. I answer the door and I’m jumping up and down and screaming “THANK YOU! THANK YOU!” to the FedEx lady. I think she was afraid I might try to hug her. If Brady hadn’t been barking like a mad dog I might have tried.
iPhone 4 and I became immediate best friends, and then he decided to stop making calls for me. Yes, it’s true. The signal problems exist. The case seems to be doing wonders (thanks for the tip, Steve) so I can’t complain yet. Verdict is in and I’m in love.