I am not a cell phone junkie. As Maddy can attest, my cell phone is off most of the time. I can’t stand when people say they don’t want a cell phone because they don’t want to be that accessible. This would be why the cell phone can be turned off. I have had the same cell phone for about 4 years. The poor thing has tape holding the battery in place and the antennae is been mangled by the teeth of my coworker’s cat. My battery no longer holds much of a charge. And most importantly, the phone does not fit in the designated cell phone pocket of my new purse. It’s time for a new phone and probably a new service provider.

This has been where the dilemma pops up. Miss Kitty’s son (well, actually both her sons now) work for an outfit in Philadelphia that sells the services of Nextel, T-Mobile, AT&T and Cingular. Dansan has been trying to sell me on the services of Nextel—which includes the whole direct-connect walkie talkie deal. Okay, so the walkie talkie thing is a really fun idea, but the only one I know with such a phone is Miss Kitty. Anyway, it’s a cell phone, if I need to get a hold of someone, can’t I just dial their number? The other service I have been toying with is Verizon (Dansan called Verizon a whore). I feel somehow disloyal and wrong, but I think I will be going with Verizon. On the other hand, I am proud of myself for not just giving in.

So, I was deeply engrossed in the Lovely Bones last night and out of the corner of my eye I say a large black thing move across the pillow beside me. Now, I am normally very opposed to the senseless killing of spiders. I read the book Be Nice To Spiders as a child and I believed in its message. I generally will let a spider be or try to take them outside. I am afraid that those spiders who dare violate the boundaries of my bed will indeed get capital punishment. Perhaps I should have put the corpse on a toothpick in the carpet nearby to warn others of the consequences.

In my sleep last night, I dreamed that I was physically fighting with a small child over a cupcake. I feel guilty about that, but it was a chocolate cupcake with green icing piped on to look like grass and IT WAS MINE! Damn little kids thinking they can take my cupcake without getting the crap beat out of them.

Love to all.