iPhone 4, take two.

If I thought that cleaning up a big pile of caked on poo would be the worst part of my yesterday I had a lot coming. 

After taking the rugrats to the library I decided to stop at Pizza and Pretzel Creations.  They seriously have the most amazing pizza, and I’ve lived in New York for five years, so I have a bit of experience in the pizza department.  But anyways, this post isn’t about pizza. 

As I’m putting some change in the parking meter I drop my phone.  No biggie, this is a pretty regular occurrence in my life.

Except that was with the 3G.  This is the 4.

The 4 doesn’t like to be dropped.

In fact, this is what happens when you drop the 4:

Yep, that’s right folks.  Shattered.  That’s the difference between dropping the iPhone 3G and dropping the iPhone 4. 

Now, the front of the phone was completely fine and the phone itself worked as it should.  But I had shattered glass holding the back of the phone together.  I didn’t know what to do, so naturally I ordered the kids and myself a snack and then as they enjoyed their tasty treat I sat there in a daze not believing that I actually just smashed my brand new phone.

As soon as the kids are done their pretzels I drive immediately home where I show the hubs what I have done.  And then start crying.  He gives me a big ol’ hug and tells me he will set up an appointment at the Genius Bar to see if they can do anything for me.

Then the little boy I nanny comes in and asks, “Why were you guys hugging?”

“Because I’m sad.”

“Oh.  Well, your bed is really messy, so can you please make your bed?  I’ll help you.”

“Ok, that sounds like a plan.”

So, my rugrat and I made my bed.  And then dusted my apartment.  I swear, he thought it was the coolest thing ever, helping me clean.  He made sure to ask that I tell the hubs that he dusted the top of the refrigerator.  Consider it done.

But once again, I digress.  This post is not about dusting.

After I return the rugrats to their parents the hubs and I drive an hour to the nearest Apple store with available Genius Bar appointments.  They tell me basically nothing can be done, and replace my brand new broken phone for $200. 

Let’s try this again.

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