Phones and socks.

M and I both have cell phones. We got them at different times, so we're on a different schedule of phone replacement--you know, sign a contract, get a phone for nearly free. I began harping about needing a new phone almost a year ago. People tend to complain that I sound like I'm speaking through a sock, and often, people will call my phone and go straight through to voicemail. It is also a decidedly uncool phone, and I am a techie kind of gal. Now, eight months or so (last May) after I got this phone, M got to replace his. His nearly-free phone was still your basic cheap phone, but updated compared to mine.. you know, color and stuff. Still pretty bland. Sometime this spring, I started thinking about upgrading my phone in earnest, but I knew that I would be at the end of my two-year contract this fall. (October.) So I just whined about it instead. Actually, I posted about it once before--I mentioned to my parents about how I wanted a new phone, a cool new phone that flips open and takes pictures and all that stuff, and then they went out THE NEXT DAY and bought camera phones. Both of them. So, anyway. I have been exceedingly responsible, resisting the temptation to just go buy a phone and get on with it.

Meanwhile, after I finally settled in to wait, M also starts talking about buying a new phone. He talked about it for a while, and then, the next thing I know, he has bought one off Ebay. It's kind of a PDA phone with a real, though little, keyboard at the bottom. He wanted it so he could write book notes on it. (So he says. I think he just wants it because it's intensely cool.) It arrived last week, but he also had to order a charger and data cable for it. They arrived tonight, so he finally gets to use his new geek toy now.

And me? Well, at least I have a new phone--his old phone. *sigh* I feel so outdated. I gotta say, this phone is not exactly what I had in mind! October 7, I am eagerly awaiting your arrival.

I just heard the boy giggle from the other room. "Your socks!" he exclaims, "they are so tiny!" He is still giggling. I think that since he is so amused by the laundry-folding process, I shall relinquish control more often and let him fold socks to his heart's content. (I washed a huge, huge mound of dirty clothes today and folded everything except a batch of socks, so he's taking over since I hung up all his shirts. Since hanging up clothes is the only part of laundry I dislike, he tends to do his own clothes, as per the regulations set forth in the marital duties conference of 2000. I still do a lot of his hanging because it's just easier to do it than let them linger, especially as we share a closet and I'm standing right there anyway.)