My cell phone contract is up.  I could keep this phone, pay month-to-month, and be free from the chains of a large corporations.  OR I could get a free phone, sign another 2-year contract, and be burdened by “the man” for another couple of years…

Yeah, I’m getting a new phone.  Here’s the one that will be delivered to my house today:

Now I can send text messages to all of my buddies about all of the cool things that I’m doing…like sending text messages.  I won’t have to use that burdensome alphanumeric keypad to tell Lance when another Falcons player gets injured or to taunt him as Tech scores a touchdown in the 4th quarter to pull within 36 points of UGA.  (That’s right, your 3rd string can’t stop our starters!)

Queen Kelley cares nothing about fancy communication or phone features.  Her phone demands included the words “cute” and “pretty”.  Hers came in yesterday and I was able to use my keen engineering skills to transfer over all of her imprtant information.  When I call her, it should still play “Hunka Hunka Burnin’ Love”.

Please be sure to tell Queen Kelley how cute her phone is.  Or, you can TXT her about it if you want.  I’m just not sure if she’ll be able to write you a response or not because of her silly, archaic, alphanumeric keypad.