Dear iPhone,
Please don't ever scare me like that again. When your screen went dark and you were unresponsive, I felt an irrational urge to throw you down onto the grass and begin chest compressions (screen compressions?) while screaming, "Live, damnit, LIVE!!" Instead I drove you to the AT&T store, where a knight in shining armor brought you back to life in about 8 seconds.
That was a mean trick, iPhone. You're not just my cell phone, you're my only phone. I don't have a landline. I need you. And you're not just a phone. You're my iPod, my day planner, and my general all around time-waster. If you die, how will I check Facebook while waiting in line at the grocery store?
Please don't ever leave me,
Meg
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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Hey Meg! I didn't see your email so I went this route. :) It was Greg actually! I seriously couldn't believe it. Matt missed out on the action though lol (luckily) :)
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