I love my phone. Yesterday I took a photo of me, to wish the other Kathleen a happy birthday today, and I texted it to her first things this morning.
Today I took a weird photo of my nail clippings...and texted it to a friend that is repulsed by nail clippings. Good, clean fun, I say. (A few years ago, I bought an inexpensive set of fake nails just so I could constantly leave nail clippings in strange places to creep her out. LOL)
Sadly, I didn't have my phone with me Sunday when visiting Beau and Kasey. When Caitlyn was entertaining us by standing on her head on the ottoman, the rest of the family all chimed in that they had tried to mimic her without success. I said that I was sure Carey could do it. So he tried. And he DID it! Well, then everybody had to try again. (Being outdone by a 7 year old is one thing, but by Papa?) Why, oh WHY did I pick that day to leave my phone at home?!
I was slow on the camera-phone bandwagon. But now I'm on it for keeps.