Did I mention I got a Droid?
It is my new best friend.
It is a gigantic chocolate and peanut butter piece of awesomeness.
If it were a movie, it would win the Oscar.
If it were a date, it would be a private-jet-to-Venice-for-dinner.
If it were music, it would be Yo-Yo Ma playing for Andrea Bocelli.
It is the Brad Pitt/Taye Diggs/Matthew McConaughey of phones.
I am in love.
All my ranting and raving about the iPhone finally caught up with me and I was given a Droid by my loving husband.
And it has never dropped a call (which AT&T did for us about 7 times an hour.)
And it doesn't cost us $100 a month.
And it does everything that an iPhone can do, and then some.
Oh yes, iPhone lovers of the world, I said it.
It's amazing to me all the things that it can do and I am taking full advantage of all it has to offer. Just this morning, a polite little British man (whom I've named Simon) talked me through my workout, letting me know my time, my speed, when I needed to pick it up a bit, etc. And I did! Simon really spurned us on! Lindsay and I had a fabulous morning thanks to Simon.
And I love the co-pilot feature. I love the silly little games and how easy it is to use. And how I can browse Facebook or my blog roll any time I have time to kill, which is frequent (it is baseball season after all.) And I love that once again, The Rizz waited me out and got us both Droids for a whole lot less instead of giving in to my constant and unrelenting iPhone whining.
That man is a genius.