Loving life, loving you.
If you think I might be crazy for being in love with a phone, let me just explain that I’ve been waiting three years for a new one. For the last two years, I’ve have to carry around a phone charger with me, because I couldn’t have a phone conversation lasting longer than three minutes without the battery dying. Yes, I got a new battery once. It lasted about a month and started the same cycle over.
So, yes, I’m in love with my new phone.
It’s name is Bertha. Because Bertha is the type of name you don’t mess with.