On a previous post, I had bemoaned my dependence on technology – more specifically on my cell phone and Facebook – to keep track of my life. Well, my son decided to make things interesting by wrecking my phone.
I’m not quite sure how he did it. I mean, I’ve dropped the stupid thing dozens of times without incident. But, he somehow found a way to render it useless. You see, the phone has a touch screen. That interface no longer functions. I can’t dial. I can’t pick up calls. I can’t do jack s**t. I even tried hooking it up to the computer in the hopes of uploading my information and pictures. Nothing.
Technology may make some things lighter, faster, and sexier. But, it sure doesn’t make them impervious to toddler drool.
So, I now possess a Crackberry. Finally.
This baby ain’t leaving Mama’s sight.