iCry

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It's a fantastically blustery day. The kind of day that will blow your skirt up over your head. We're outside playing basketball. Okay, I give myself too much credit....I'm really playing around the world, and I'm getting my ass kicked. I take my phone out of my pocket, because it would be a tragedy if it fell out and was somehow damaged.

As I considered a safe place to lay it, I took into account the gale force wind, the direction of the sun, the possibility of a stray, miss guided basketball....
I chose a spot. The camp chair. I placed it there and went to play.

An enormous gust of wind came sweeping through, blew my hair up over my face like Cousin It, and toppled over the chair upon which I had so carefully nestled my phone. Gasp!!!! Followed by a long string of explitives....


I'm praying to what ever God will have me, that my phone has made it through.
Yeah....didn't think so.

Comments

GPman said…
I cry with you. That must have been a traumatic moment when you first saw that screen. Ugh!
3/14/2010
Unknown said…
Sorry!!!!! I know how much the iPhone means to all you
owners/users! Might as well cut off your right hand, cause now you don't know what to do with it! Apple...very smart..no insurance, hence another phone sale.
3/17/2010
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