Sunday, August 10, 2008

The Death of My Motorola Razor

Today is a new week, thank goodness. Last week was... trying.

On Friday, I lost parts of my cell phone down an elevator shaft. Had too much in my hands and my cell phone took a dive to its death.

J & I go for new parts at the local shop. That battery is discontinued. Option 1: Go through a lot of hoopla and nonsensical hassle to get an upgrade, or Option 2: Lose your number but get a new phone & get on a family plan with J to save $. Yays! Curtain 2 please!

My new cellie:















Quick gawking. Get yer own.

P.S. - This is a good thing, losing the old number. I have virtually "disappeared" from many people that I no longer want to talk to including but not limited to ex-boyfriends, ex-girl friends, ex-clients-that-are-more-trouble-than-they're-worth, and old bosses. Yeck.

Sunday J and I decide its time to register. It took us four hours. FOUR. It was fun at first, J pointing that little gun at ice cream scoops, wine glasses and dinnerware, me swatting at J occasionally because he was trigger-happy. Then it became frustrating and tiring. I'm positive I snapped at J at least once and I'm sure he wanted to strangle me for not being able to make any more decisions. I was just like "I don't CARE what you scan babe, I need an IV." We were both tired, dehydrated and hungry. It was great fun but man, the decisions you have to make! And if you know me at all, you know I'm simply terrible at decisions. And not that great at shopping...

Oh, and check it out. That day we're both wearing t-shirts and shorts, kinda bumming to be comfy. J's got this tee on that has the Punisher face/logo on it. We're walking down an aisle and come to a stop to let this woman and her 13ish year old son pass. Right as the kid is passing us, he turns to J, puts his fist up and hisses "PUNNISSHHHERRR!!!" I almost lost it. J just kinda looked stunned. I'm over here giggling behind dinnerware and J's just walking towards me with a bewildered look on his face. I'm waiting to see if he'll wear his shirt again....

11 comments:

Christie said...

When my ex and I registered, he scanned boxes of Hostess products, nudy magazines, and wrestling paraphernalia (like action figures and posters) without me knowing. Guess what his work buddies got him, a nice basket full of stuff he had obviously picked out for himself. Oh well, when we divorced, I made sure to live that crap with him while I took the electronics. Score!

jason said...

HEHEHE. If she only knew what I was scanning when she wasn't looking.

Polgara said...

I'm so glad we didnt have to do that, am sure it would have ended in a row!
We just asked for vouchers and then spent them together :0)
Pol x

Roxrocks said...

We should renew our vows. After nineteen years, I could use new stuff. ha!

Nice phone!

Kelly said...
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Kelly said...

hahaha to Christie! That's some funny shit.

J shoulda leaned down to the kid and said, "I killed him to get the t-shirt... BOO!"

;-)

Michelle Sanders said...

That is f'in hillarious! *sigh* I can't wait till Saturday. So what we doin?

Giovenale Nino Sassi said...

Beautiful ... I leave a greeting from Italy

Hammer said...

Punisherrrrr! hehe.

Ari said...

I love when shirts get a reaction. I suppose 9for me) tits help, though. :)

Lightning Bug's Butt said...

I've got the Blackberry Pearl, so don't go thinking you're something special, missy.

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