You’ll have to pry it from my cold dead hand!

I had a minor anxiety attack this morning when I realized my cell phone was sitting on my desk and I was cruising at 75 mph half way to the hangar. 

13 hours with no iPhone. 

No email. No FaceBook. No Twitter. No text messages.  Pathetic, I know.  Prior to leaving this morning at 0610, I had received 10+ messages from Twitter/Utterli/email.  Seriously.  Can you say Xanax?

After whining at work and hearing at least two people express their surprise at my “missing appendage” I decided it was necessary to make some phone calls and let people know I was not dead.  Ummmm….but all the phone numbers were in my phone.  *sigh*

As I was coming down from the panic, I came across this article on MSNBC and thought it appropriate for today.  However, I would take it one step further as their would be no choice in the matter.  They will have to pry my iPhone out of my cold dead hand!

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