One small step for our monthly budget, one great step for my communication skills.

Ok, I tried to think of flowery words that would make the subject of this blog witty and forward-worthy, but I've got nothing. I'm just going to jump right into this.

Today, I got a cell phone. Good God! These things are incredible! Good job team. Everyone on the floor. Neat-o!

It is quite possibly the most scaled back, basic, knob-proof phone out there, but holy balls is it cool. To me. All you I-Phone users; God bless you, because if I was presented with one of those new fan-dangled 'place a call only by thinking about it and your phone does the rest' kind of things, all I'd be able to muster up would be, "shiny". Which mine is. Shiny, I mean.

So, now I will address your main concern. Who has been holding this woman hostage in a dark cell phone tower-less cave??? Well, I did have a cell phone once upon a time. But, I never answered it. I never heard it ringing. It annoyed me more than anything, which in turn annoyed the great number of people who were trying to call me on said phone. Fine. It wasn't a "great" number of people per se, but they were annoyed all the same. I decided 3+ years ago that I needed to simplify my life. Step 1 in the simplification process was to ditch the cell phone. It was glorious. But then situations began to arise where a cell phone would have been kind of nice. Case in point, the other night it was Jeff's turn to put the girls down for bed. I ran to the store quick and when I came home I found I had locked myself out of the house. 3 doors and not a damn one open. My keys were tauntingly visible on the kitchen counter. I tried to pick the locks with my fingernail clipper. I tried sending ESP messages to the cat in hopes that she would rise to the challenge of letting me in. I know this seems impossible, but neither of these ideas panned out. I ended up knocking on the sliding glass deck door with one finger until it started to sting. Jeff and I both have a habit of falling asleep with the girls. And because I didn't want to bother the neighbors who have keys to our house because they were likely doing the same bedtime mele Jeff was, I figured I was in for the long haul. Jeff finally stumbled into the kitchen from the girls' room, walked over to the sliding glass door, saw me standing outside in my flip-flops with the groceries and my bag, no coat (a bit chilly that night), and mouthed to me, "what are you DOING?!".

So, yeah. Today I got a cell phone.

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