I thought by being open about my new problem it would make it go away. The first step to rehab is admission that I have a problem, right? Wrong...
This weekend, while on a lovely getaway to Bend, OR with my roommate Ashley, I left my cell phone at the pizza/salad buffet where we were having dinner. Luckily it wasn't stolen and I was able to retrieve it when we went back.
Not that the cell phone would have done anyone a lick of good. Ol' celly is nearly dead and is fast approaching the grave. In fact, I think tomorrow she'll go to that great place where all cell phones eventually go (the mouth of a friend's baby...what is it about babies' fascination with cell phones?). I've been meaning to get a new phone, and a new phone number, and a new provider for almost a year now. I get no cell phone coverage in my house, I'm still paying taxes on a California number, and my phone doesn't hold a charge for half a day. Now, aside from the charge problem, I'm not able to send text messages and the phone doesn't notify me if I have incoming calls or messages (until I see the little voicemail icon). The alarm didn't even work this morning. The screen also freezes and it looks like I've stayed connected on a call for 10+ hours. I hope I'm not being charged for this!
So tomorrow, I shall finally make the great switch from Sprint to Verizon, thereby being able to chat endlessly to my family and friends (Desiree...don't wet yourself, I'll still be on my way somewhere when we talk...and HAPPY BIRTHDAY if you happen to be reading this today). I'll somehow let you all know if I end up getting a new number with my new phone...but that might be too much change for me in one day. Besides, at the rate I'm going, who knows if I'll be able to remember it.