introducing my new fabulous phone.

That’s right. I did it. After three years of my hellacious relationship with the razr, I finally got a new phone. What brought me to this, you ask? Well, the old phone wasn’t going to last another day. In fact, the salesman who helped me wouldn’t even recycle it for charity. No. Really. He wouldn’t. His exact words were, “No homeless person would want this phone.” (I didn't point out that a homeless person probably wouldn't want a phone bill, anyway.)


Anywho...He introduced me to the lovely phone above. As you see, it's in a swank cover, which he provided for free. The color beneath is maroon. And it's a fabulous phone. It takes great pictures, holds plenty of music, and even tap dances.

You flip open the cover, and here you see a wonderful keyboard, which is handy for texting and internet and all that jazz. The look on my face is one of pure guilt. I let the salesman totally con me into this buy. Lucky for me, I adore the phone, and I'll use every feature.