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[la_rainette]

Husband fell off his bike 2 weeks ago:

Husband: hello
Me: Yes? What's wrong? You have a funny voice/
Husband: I've had an accident
Me: OH MY GOD!!! HOW ARE YOU??? ARE YOU HURT???
Husband: I'm fine. I think I'm going to have a big bruise, but I'm fine.
Me: Oh. Good. Well.
Husband (wailing): I BROKE MY NEW CELL PHOHOHOHOHONE *sob*

So Husband went and shopped around. And brought back two cell phones. That's right, two. I get one too.

Now, I hate cell phone. Actually, strike that, I hate phones. Being intensely visual, I can't just sit on the phone and talk with someone, I need to have my eyes occupied too, preferably with the person I am talking to.

I don't mind getting calls ("ooo! Someone thought of me today!") as much as I mind calling anyone, unless it's Husband, mom or a very very close friend. Husband makes my appointments for me. What? Sam is scared of balloons, and Tai freaks out when confronted with a caterpillar. I just don't like phones. I can use them, mind you. But I'd rather not.

And I really, really hate it when Husband plonks his cell phone into my purse. Because it rings when it has no business ringing. Because I never realize it is my phone that's ringing - or rather, my purse. Because it vibrates in an evil way. Because all the calls I get are business calls from irate clients wondering where the hell Husband is hiding.

So. Today, Husband bought me a phone for nitwits, and I don't quite know how to react. It is fully equipped with little pictures for those who can't read (and thus get to puzzle out the meaning of the little missile - "oh, games! But why did they pick a missile?" "er, no", replied Husband, "It's a Space Rocket". Is that supposed to make more sense? Am still unconvinced). It has a function that gives you your very own phone number (good one for me, I have to say).

It comes with a full, extended guarantee. Whatever happens in the next three years, they will replace my phone once. Just once. Whatever happens. If Tadpole pees on it. If Froglet drops it into the toilet bowl. If it falls in the bathtub. If the cat throws up on it. In case of an earthquake. In case of a flood. In case I fall off the bike I haven't got. In case I run it over with the car.

The guarantee cost twice as much as the phone, Husband tells me. Huh.

However.

The ring tone is neat.

:D My phone, my friends. My phone croaks. I am indeed a happy frog.


Also, I just solved a mystery.

Tadpole came over while I was having dinner and demanded: "Mommy! Sit down on the bum!" Not being in the habit of doing handstands while I eat, as I cannot handle a fork and knife with my feet, the request took me by surprise. So I waited for an explanation, and she gave it to me - which in itself is rare enough to be mentioned.

The bum, my friends, the bum. Is the couch in the living-room. So much for anatomy. :D