the other day I finally, after five years, agreed to get a new Blackberry. My husband has been trying to convince me to do this for at least the last three years, but every discussion we ever had ended with me yelling, “You will have to pry this phone out of my cold, dead hands!”
And then, all of a sudden, I changed my mind. I don’t know why. But my husband immediately leaped into action, took us straight to the nearest T-Mobile store, and now I am the proud owner of a brand-new, shiny red Blackberry Flip.
So I’ve been reading through the manual and learning what all the buttons do, and today I was so proud of myself because I figured out how to take a picture with my phone and then text it to my husband. That is A Really Big Deal for me, as I am definitely the Padawan to my husband’s Technology Jedi.
So anyway I sent it off, and then I didn’t think about it anymore until I received this email:
“This is a Return Receipt for the mail that you sent to X”
“Note: This Return Receipt only acknowledges that the message was displayed on the recipient’s computer. There is no guarantee that the recipient has read or understood the message contents.”
Like, in case I might one day just suddenly rise up and decide to try and sue The Ethers, where all the invisible communication transmissions live. Because you know I’m like that.
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