I just got a new cell phone. By “just got” I mean yesterday afternoon. I am not a very agreeable person when it comes to learning new tricks and clicks for phones. I did, however, want a new one, so I guess I brought frustration upon myself. I have a touch screen/keypad hybrid, free with contract renewal, so it seemed a logical choice. As we got into the car, right after activation, I almost immediately felt annoyed. Thomas replied with “You’ve had it 20 seconds; give yourself a moment.” I, however, do not like having to figure it out. I am not going to read the instruction booklet because it overwhelms me. I would rather just push buttons and figure it out. What I would like most would be for Thomas to figure it all out and then give me a mini-lesson for about 10 minutes on our couch. Alas, I have ended up with the just click and go mode. While touching and clicking, I suddenly received a message that said “Memory Cleared,” which really would not be a big deal since it was a new phone, but I had a memory card full of pictures that was transplanted from my old phone. I had no idea how I did it, nor did I have a way to fix it. Plus, Thomas was unavaiable at work and he is my rescuer, especially with all things technical. I went back to try and find some photos with no luck. I pouted about it. Turns out, they are still on the card but I had to put it in the computer to see them. Almost lost, but not quite! So, since I was disappointed about the thought of losing them, I am going to show you some of the pics I was saddened about so that you will understand why I might be sad.
Oh what joy my sleeping babies are to me. I just love taking pictures of them. You add that in with a sleeping hubby cuddling close by and I am not sure if there is much of anything cuter.