It's not the season for woe --it's the season for gingerbread houses! Emma makes one every year, and here she is working on this year's entry:
And the finished product:
The first photo was taken with my new iPhone. We've been using an internet phone (Vonage) for many years, but it recently died (not the actual phone, but some mysterious black box that lived it's life between our modem and wireless router) and we decided it was time to join the 20th century. When we ordered them, the guy helping us at the Verizon store said we must be the last people on Earth to get cell phones, and he expected that balloons would fall from the ceiling once he completed the order. That would have been fun, but strangely enough it didn't happen.
I got an iPhone 4, which was available right then. Rob, on the other hand, always wants the best of the new toys, so he has to wait a few days for his 64 Meg, iPhone 4S, diamond-encrusted, gold-trimmed . . . . okay, the diamonds and gold I just made up. But instead of searching for a restaurant location, he can just say "I'm hungry" to his phone. Although I did warn him that I'd laugh if he started talking to his phone.
Since neither of us like to talk on the phone, we got the least amount of minutes (700/month). Then I promptly started worrying about how many minutes I was using when I called my mom the next day to give her the new phone number. I hurried her off the phone, only to find out later we'd only talked for 30 minutes --that's a pretty brief conversation for my mom. The next night Rob used my phone to talk to his dad, and I had to tell him that although the conversation might have seemed like it was 2 hours long, it really only lasted 20 minutes. Since those are the only two people we talk to on the phone, I think we'll be okay in our 700 minute limit.
Other than text-messaging, which we haven't tried yet (who am I going to message until Rob gets his phone?), this isn't very different than having an iPod Touch, which we've both had for years. This morning, while I was at my office and wanted to remind him of something, I sent him an email. Still, now I have a phone, instead of our house having a phone. It feels different somehow.