Soaking wet. No, I’m not at the Arctic Monkeys concert — no rain last night but sweat pouring down my face, burning my eyes, couldn’t see a thing — so crowded. hot, sticky. Luckily, Rachel had the same hot sweaty issues that I have so we walked out of the crowd and sat by a tree while Hannah and Drew made their way in and around the crowd.
Now, where was I? Ah, yes, sweat — breaking out in a sweat, stress sweat. Drew gave me the ultimatum this morning, “It’s the iPhone or no phone,” he roared in my face. Maybe it’s because, this morning, I didn’t make him eggs, and I didn’t chop up any veggies for his cottage cheese. He made his own breakfast — a milkshake. Maybe that’s why he was such a tyrant.
My AT&T contract is up for renewal on June 1oth. I mentioned to Drew that my phone is falling apart. It’s not reading my SIM card. The screen is messed up. I sometimes joke about getting an iPhone because I’m the only one in the family who can’t check emails at all times. I can’t check the weather report or just browse the web, for that matter. I’m beginning to feel left out. I could be writing my blog on the train, at the dinner table, or in the lady’s room at the theater.
I don’t know what to do. Hannah thinks I should get one. Steven Ezra doesn’t. Carol and Cheryl have iPhones. And that makes me want one. Whenever I’m with Hannah she shows me the apps she has downloaded. I love the weather app (warmer than yesterday.) She showed me something on her phone yesterday. Sorry to say I can’t remember what it was but I did say “When I get an iPhone I want that app!” So sad.
I could wait for the iPhone 5 to come out. I don’t know. I’ll have to think. How would my girls feel if I had the 5 and they had the 4. Would I be a cool mom?
Tomorrow I’ll be sure to make Drew some eggs and toast.