Fuck. I dropped my IPhone. My brand new, bought for me by my dad, doesn’t have a case because I haven’t had time to buy one yet, IPhone. Well give the guy who designed the casing for it a freaking raise because the damn thing skated by unscathed. WHEW!
I’m a single mom. I’m a working single mom of two young kids. Boys. Who like to fight, scream, and beat each other up. My days are spent tending to my 3 doctors needs and mending broking hearts. I don’t get much free time. So yes I rely heavily on my cell phone to carry on needless text message conversations and finding out the latest celeb gossip. And I occasionally do smarty pants things on it too like look up medical information or check out world news. My phone is my life line to the outside world. I would die if I were to say drop it in the toilet. Like I did with my previous phone.
So I got to thinking just how greatful I was that my phone wasn’t broken. Even though I was careless IPhone user, didn’t pay attention to what I was doing and dropped it, my phone went right along doing what I always want it to do. Kinda like me.
I’ve got a hard outer shell. My face is bright and shiny. I’m full of many useless apps that will make you laugh or get you important information at the drop of a hat. And just like my IPhone when dropped by the hands of a careless owner, I keep on going. I always give my all, I keep my battery charged as long as possible, and I’m there whenever you need me.
So yes I may be a little pricier than other models, my accessories run a little bit higher, and my face is made of glass so you must handle with care. But for the most part, my apps are either cheap or free, I provide lots of entertainment for you, and I’m guaranteed to make your friends jealous when they see you carrying me around. OK so maybe not the last part, but I told you I had a sense of humor!