This weekend M and I bit the bullet and traded in our BlackBerries – mine because it was a lemon and his because frankly without a data plan, the BB is just a heavy phone – and upgraded to Android phones.
To say that we’re in love is the understatement of the year. We keep showing off something or other that we’ve just discovered, so our conversations since Friday night have been peppered with a lot of “That’s so cool!” “Oh! You have to see this!” and lots of silence as we play with our new toys.
Today my discovery was the “Genius” button. It’s aptly named as it is made of pure genius. Me, on the other hand not so much. Upon realizing that it would make the phone do whatever I spoke, I decided to try texting M.
“Text M: Genius button is genius.” I spoke into my nifty new phone.
Sadly I need to work on my enunciation. Poor Martina (mom from a playgroup I was in for a few months five years ago) must be wondering why a random stranger texted her “Genius button is Kenya.”
Hey, at least the phone was smart enough to capitalize the word Kenya.