Ring! Ring!

In order to save some money in the monthly budget, I decided to cancel the service on my ancient cell phone. The amount of money I pay out each month for phone service turns me into a Raging AT&T Anti-Christ! I HATE paying for the right to “talk.” The old adage that talk ain’t cheap is the freakin’ truth! sheesh….
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So for practicality’s sake, I decided that I would “share” a phone with the 11 yr old. First came the battle over who had more “rights” to the phone. Okay-yes, it was a Christmas present. But I pay for that “Christmas present” every month. So it came down to a card game of UNO. Which he won. So he has 60% ownership-I have 40%. Whatever. The next argument commenced over the pictures that would appear on the screens. He refused to negotiate over the picture of the pancake in the shape of a cross on the front screen. But at least he conceded the wavering flame (which only reminded me of some past bad behaviors that I had no business resurrecting), and I got the floating coral. But the biggest argument of all came over the ring tones. What’s wrong with traditional, classic ringing from the good ol days? BORING-he says. The compromise? Random ring tones. Now when I race to grab the phone it jingles, jangles, blips, beeps, chirps, caws, cha-cha-chas, or techno sings, “cause I had a bad day!” Which totally frazzles my brain. And when I finally and frantically locate the phone-it’s another 11 yr old wanting to talk to the 11 year old.

A 40 yr old sharing a phone with an 11 yr old is a universe out of kilter...so maybe I'll just get a blackberry...
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