Admittedly, it will take more than the return of my cell phone to pull me out of my current funk, but the phone is a good start.
Those who follow my blog might remember the tragic Pixi incident, wherein Big G decided to give vampirism a go on my phone. If you follow my blog and don’t remember this, I recommend seeking professional help since it was only two days ago.
I promised pictures, and here they are:
And for those who don’t already know the answer to Wednesday’s poll, here’s a recap of my conversation with Big G:
Me: “Why did you bite the phone?”
G: “I was hungry.”
Me: “You know it doesn’t taste good and it’s not for eating, right?”
Me: “So…why did you bite it?”
G: “I forgot.”
What am I supposed to say to that?
On the plus side, the phone was mostly covered and the replacement was only $50. I tried to trade Big G for it, but they weren’t biting.** Also? The guy at the Verizon store was totally impressed by my story. He’s seen phones mauled by dogs, but that’s the first time he’s seen a child take one down.
Should I be proud of that? I’m leaning toward no.
**I know, I know. I just couldn’t resist.