Mama has a new iphone. Through no fault of my own, I dropped my phone down the stairs from the attic as I was using it as a flashlight whilst trying to referee fight number 432 of the H and Ts and of course it sprang into several different pieces but lo and behold it was the DAY I was due for an upgrade.
La dee da I love it when Karma lines up so I sing songed my little butt cheeks into the ATT store where Bill kept barking at me. Seriously this guy talked a mile a minute and I barely understood half of what he was saying and finally I was like do you have pink? I would like a pink phone. I have had enough of black. It blends in with my kitchen counter and let's get real about all your gigs and shmigs and whatevs, I am down in the trunches, I like a fancy cam as much as the next guy, but I need a phone today and it has to be shiny.
I shall call her Rosa. My new phone. I like to pet her sometimes,
Okay, anyway, I am poor and you are rich so lets donate. Now, I know your little eyeballs are reading this so shame on you for not donating. All you need to do is click on the old buttony button and hit ONE dollar (one measly dollar, for reals now you just look bad) and also recurring (very important). Wallet, I know you can do it! Also, I see you reading my blog for free,
Then we can tra la la all the live long day with our shiny phones.
To take pictures if Helen and Ted and E, duh,
Hugs, Blog.
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