My Personal Happy Camper
3/12/06 16:11After a huge amount of running around on Friday afternoon, the improved Younger Girl fought for the right to go to her Camporee, and we let her, and she had a fabulous time. While she was gone her sister took the SATs and survived, and thus as taken out for lunch. As we were leaving the mall (where the Chevy's we ate at is located) we remembered that the batteries on all three of our cell phones were dying, and decided to price replacement batteries at the Verizon store.
Of course. Turns out that (with our two-year plan almost up) it was cheaper to reup for another two and get new phones. Particularly because we have promised for two years that when we re-upped, YG would get her own cell phone. (We would have spent $120 for batteries; with a special, we got four new phones for the price of one plus sales tax, plus $10 to add a fourth phone to our calling plan, plus a bluetooth accessories pack, for about the same total price...) So this afternoon, when I brought YG home from camp, we'd set things up with her new phone hidden in her room. Just as she entered, SG hit speed dial on her own phone and called her sister, who shrieked with such delight that my ears are even now ringing. She is sitting on her bed, cell tucked under her knee, finishing her homework from last week. Occasionally she takes the phone out and pats it lovingly. A girl and her technology. She really is, in many ways, her father's child.
Of course. Turns out that (with our two-year plan almost up) it was cheaper to reup for another two and get new phones. Particularly because we have promised for two years that when we re-upped, YG would get her own cell phone. (We would have spent $120 for batteries; with a special, we got four new phones for the price of one plus sales tax, plus $10 to add a fourth phone to our calling plan, plus a bluetooth accessories pack, for about the same total price...) So this afternoon, when I brought YG home from camp, we'd set things up with her new phone hidden in her room. Just as she entered, SG hit speed dial on her own phone and called her sister, who shrieked with such delight that my ears are even now ringing. She is sitting on her bed, cell tucked under her knee, finishing her homework from last week. Occasionally she takes the phone out and pats it lovingly. A girl and her technology. She really is, in many ways, her father's child.