I have a new cell phone.
It’s my early Christmas present from my dad. Along with the new phone I have a new number. Evidently, being a person who is only marginally in the 21st Century, and having used the same “disposable” phone over the last several years, I’m unworthy to take my phone number with me. So. New phone. New number. Just in time to co-ordinate my various family visitors from out of town. Oh, this one takes pictures, too! Yippy-skippy.
I’m not much of a cell user. Tony is even less so. I’ve used 400 minutes on my cell in the last year. Tony’s used 47 minutes or so in that same time frame. When we got the phones, Tony said that they were for emergencies. To him, emergency is “Help, I’m stranded at the side of the road bleeding from the eyes.” My emergency is usually, “I haven’t talked with Trish ALL DAY!!!” Hence the difference in minute usage. We mostly call people from home with Skype. Love the free Skype.
In a little while, I’m going to run back out to the car and get the contract to look up what my new number is again. Tomorrow, the old cell number gos the way of the dodo.
So, if you feel the need to have my new cell number, email me and I will send it to you. Weirdos and strangers can keep the old number.