iPhone Foster Parent

My name is Ashley, and I am an iphoner- for life. I accept this, I embrace it fully. I was 'welcomed to the iphone family' by friends when I joined the club with my first one. There is no going back. Apple knows my brain and I appreciate that they made a phone for how my brainwaves bounce. which is why, I have had several. which is why, I owe Vincent at work a few yummy lunches. Because I just don't think I could make it through till August 30th(my eligible for upgade date) with just any blackberry or ET Phone Home device.

 See Exhibit A: iPhone 3G. Recovered by AMC when he got a text from a random person saying, "I found this iphone, it is ridiculously cracked but somehow still working." It fell out of my bike basket and my best guess.... run over..... 5 times. there are 5 points of impact. It functions perfectly, but shards of glass imbed your fingers with each text and move in "words with friends." (my game name is ashleyfugett...i adore words with friends and am up for a game with any challenger).

This iPhone devastation happened 2 weeks ago and when I found out that I am just six weeks from an upgrade, I, being a cheapskate I have a sneaking feeling, decided that I would wait it out. No repair, no nothing.... my stubborn Taurus self was going to risk bleeding to death with every text... for the iPhone 5 (preferably in white, thank you.)

Many people have been begging me otherwise. Family members, fellow Costco shoppers, a mom at the table next to me, my boss.....they all say the same thing... "I know a place that will fix that for twenty bucks." Then I excitedly say, "20 bucks?! Really?? I thought it was closer to $100 so I was gonna just........ and then they cut me off saying, "oh yeah, when it was all said and done it was closer to that..." Forget that!!!

And then it dawned on me..... this mutilated iPhone 3GS is just getting me ramped up for the new, improved super awesome (i hope) iPhone 5.

It's just like being 20.3 years old again. You see, I was bad. I broke the law and had a fake ID- for quite a few years. The same one worked for quite a few years, until I was 20.3 years old and it was SWIPED. gone. Just like that. After years of freedom as a 21 year old, I was back to square one and very unallowed to act in otheryears. So then, when April 22nd rolled around, I truly got to enjoy the whole shabang.

And so, that is what is happening with my phone situation. Until yesterday, when Vincent at work offered me his old, original iphone. I am talking Vintage, an antique! It is version one. And it's mine, until the 5er comes out. I can now save my blood and see if a letter is an i(one point) or a j(10 points!) in words with friends.

Thanks Vinny!