Last week while nannying for the most adorable little girls on the face of the earth, I tossed my cell phone in a beach bag and then proceded to throw the girls' wet suits on top of it.
On the way home, I discovered my celly was singing tunes in undiscovered decibals and every window or orphus on the thing was dripping water-scratch that- gushing water. All the way home.
So...I call the Bossman with a "Houston, we have a problem. Aka, a wrinkle." Around here, we celebrate the simple things. So we broke out in a seat-belt restrained version of the YMCA when the Bossman informed me that earlier that day he recieved a text message from Verizon saying we were eligble for an upgrade. Y-M-C-A!
So Friday evening consisted of dinner at On the Border and a trip to Verizon to purchase two new phones- one to replace my water logged disaster and one for the Bossman because it was shiny and looked cool.
His
Hers
It made for a fun date night. =)
*Freckles*
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