I have joined the ranks of cell-phone owners. It is official. As you can see in the photo, I am the new owner of one of those devices that is supposed to make my life easier--but I'm not buying it. We're dropping our land line, and as far as I'm concerned the phone will just sit on the kitchen counter 98% of the time.
I confess it is nice to take it with me in the car in case I have a flat tire or am attacked by a vampire. It is also good to know that the school can get in touch with me if one of the kids gets sick. But since I'm always at the school volunteering, I'm not that hard to track down. Those are the only two redeeming values the phone has, though.
The first time I used the phone, we went to Carver and Lily's cross country meet and we were meeting David there. I spotted him walking toward us and I couldn't resist calling him and saying, "Here we are! See us? We're waving at you!" when he was only 8 feet from us. I hate when people do that, and David knows it, so he burst out laughing. Aren't I a bundle of fun?