Out of Order

I was walking along with my iPhone in my pocket. Shea did something to justify an affectionate petting. As I bent over to give him some love, my phone dropped out of my pocket. No big deal, the iPhone's are supposed to be pretty resilient! I picked it up, put it back in my pocket and we continued on our merry way. 

To my surprise when I got inside and went to use my phone, the face was cracked. So much for resilient! It must have landed on a rock. My phone is my life-line, considering I live the life of a nomad, I do not have any other phone services. Not only do I make calls on my phone, I use all of the techie features from text messaging, emailing, and searching the internet, to playing all sorts of games. If this thing does not work, I am nearly cut off from the world. At least I would feel that way!

Well, the good Lord was looking out for me, because my phone still works. Not one single amazing feature has suffered from this fall. I hesitating in telling Jeff about the little mishap, predicting he wouldn't be too happy about it. I debated keeping it to myself, as I at least have two more weeks until he would find out. But, in the end, I decided to get it out now and not let it ruin Christmas! 

I heard the expectant, "that's why you can't have nice things!" An infamous Jeff line. One would presume from this that I break things often. Mind you, the Webster Dictionary defines broken as, "not functioning; out of order." I'd like to take this opportunity to point out that my phone is functioning, and therefore it cannot be considered broken.

Beyond that, out of fairness to myself, I have compiled a list of things that I have broken in the past year or two.

There it was, my list. Notice, there is nothing on it! I have not broken anything.