My cell phone has been repossesed by demons. Not just posessed, mind you, but reposessed.
It has been known to have fits of irresponsibility, emotional meltdowns and flings with the dark side. But it has completely gone over the edge.
I can HEAR it ring and I can HEAR myself recieved text messages. But, I CANNOT answer it. My keypad and my screen are frozen.
Dead.
Not having my cell phone is worse than not having arms and legs. It. Is. My. Lifeline.
Today has been atrocious and up to this point I have managed to hold off on the nervous breakdown, the floodgates of tears, the fits of anger, but I CAN NO LONGER.
My life is pitiful.
Poor darling! I feel your pain. Since you've worked so many hours, take a lunch break, swing by Giant and pick up some Pims. Pims are lovely. Pims will make you feel better.
You are right, you are pitiful! (but aren't we all!) I have the SAME FRIKIN PROBLEM with my phone (motorola), you have to take the battery in and out and then turn it on.
What the hell are pims?
AWESOME HEADER!
i feel so left out.
You don't want to KNOW how long she's been after me to get that up....
Pims are a english cookie.
Whenever I get terribly upset, people know to comfort me by bringing me earl grey and pims.
They are shortbread with orange filling covered in chocolate.
awww, all the sisters have new headers!! looks super cool!! I might have to copy you:)
No wonder I could not reach you> I had all this money to give away and you never picked up.....