It's been almost a whole week since George came into my life and the honeymoon is still in full swing.
The anxiety when we are separated.
The fondling. Oh yes, the fondling.
I know it's weird to love a cellphone THAT MUCH but I do.
I've had more fun this week playing with George and downloading apps and choosing ringtones and notification tones and wallpaper and oh! I love George!
What's so fabulous about George is that he delivers e-mails RIGHT AWAY!! And I can actually send a response!
Who'd a thought? Ain't technology wunnerful?
There is one problem, though, with George.
Unlike the real George Parros, iPhone George is quite the delicate thing. Seriously, I'm terrified I'm going to drop him. I honestly did not expect this phone to be so slick and slippery and glassy.
In all the years I've owned a cellphone device, I have never dropped or broken my phone.
So when the guy at the Apple store asked me if I wanted to shell out the extra $100 for the Apple Care for iPhone plan, I hesitated because see previous sentence. But as soon as I picked up George out of the box, I said, "Sign me up!"
I've ordered me an Otterbox to keep George safe but it's going to be a few days until it arrives and until then, I have to be extra gentle with George.
But I don't mind because we love each other! And George doesn't mind that my wallpaper is of Jonas Hiller (whom I also love, that hot Swiss Mister!) instead of a picture of George Parros himself.
Because George the phone is that awesome. And understands my obsession for hockey players.
Unlike Siri and her "I'm sorry, I can't help you" when I asked her to help me find some hockey players.
I'll remember that, Siri. Trying to keep me from my intended targets.
Anyway, I have found my Soul Mate of a cellphone
And yes, I know I am weird.