Up until yesterday at approximately 4 p.m., I was feeling pretty great about life. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and my life was, all in all, pretty great. In fact, if you’d taken a picture of me, it might have looked a little like this:
Yes, that was me, without a care in the world.
And then my husband came home and informed me that my life was about to change forever. Only in the best, most wonderful, most geeky way possible.
Because after months of waiting, of grieving the loss of my Droid 2 Global, and living with the dying pixels on the screen of my recycled replacement phone, of dreaming and wishing for a brand new iPhone of my very own…my husband told me he’d managed to find me one. Not just any iPhone, but the brand new iPhone 5. And people—it was the LAST ONE in Charleston, South Carolina. Seriously. Every single store–including the Apple Store–was completely sold out of iPhones, except for one. On the OTHER side of town. And they had ONE PHONE left.
Brian, being the dutiful, awesome husband that he is, immediately hopped in the car, drove almost 30 minutes to the store on the other side of town, and purchased it.
Therefore, today, if you were to take a picture of me, it would look more like this:
In case you weren’t paying attention, or you didn’t read the above paragraph, please let me reiterate using the following close-up.
That’s a brand new shiny iPhone 5 in my grubby little hands, people.
And so, I’ll be spending the next several days snuggled up with my brand new piece of awesome technology, learning the ins-and-outs of being an Apple user, and setting up my phone so it’s Perfectly Abby-Tastic.
Also, you should now understand why Brian gets this:
Now…who wants to join me in a rousing rendition of “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow?” Seriously—record yourself singing it, email me the video, and I’ll totally compile them all into one video. Cuz that would be awesome.
I’m off to figure out Face Time. Who wants to chat?