Monday, August 18, 2008

Kid at Christmas

My Hubby's iPhone has arrived, and he's like the kid on Christmas morning, waiting for the okay to rip into his presents. He can't pick it up immediately -- he has wait until after 5:30 p.m. -- and a greater agony has yet to be experienced by man.

In about two hours though, he'll be holding the Holy Grail of Phonage in his hands; the clouds will break and a celestial host will appear in full voice, a spear of light will pierce its way through the heavens to illumine the Relic, and all will be right in the world.

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