Hub likes to mock a friend who mentioned gleefully that there’s an app that lets you order pizza from your phone! I was sorry to have to tell him that I have become that woman.
To hold on to the last feeble remnants of my life and privacy, I don’t have a data plan. So yesterday, I was trying to figure out how I could get my phone and kindle synced after I worked out at the gym. I even pondered just reading on my phone the whole time, so I wouldn’t have to worry about it. It took a terrifyingly long time for me to realize that after the gym I would still have my kindle with me and didn’t need to sync it.
Today, I was wishing I’d ripped my CD of the “Frozen” soundtrack so I could listen to it while I drove. Happily, I remembered the existence of the CD player in my car before I left the house, possibly avoiding a major accident from smacking myself in the head while driving.