The zipper!
The front.
What it was supposed to look like.
Making the midriff.
Putting together the bodice.In other news, Keith is going to officially re-inlist sometime soon and today went and talked to his first sergeant about different placements. We weren't expecting it, but it appears that some of them come with bonuses, which would be awesome, if it pans out. I've learned to never count my chicks before they hatch when it comes to the Army and money.
None of them involve moving back to CO, which I briefly had a passionate burst of hope for.
I have a new phone. It's a Samsung Solstice. As you may remember, I sent my trusty Motorola Razor through the wash. It was a sad day. I liked that little phone; I felt very professional and important when I flipped it open so briskly, it slipped so easily into my back jean pocket.
But alas, even a dry rice bath did not revive it. Keith seized the opportunity to change up our entire cell phone MO. We cancelled my T-Mobile account, which I felt sad about. I had mostly good experiences with them and had a customer loyalty rate of unlimited anytime calls for about fifty five dollars a month, with tax.
Instead, he added a line to his AT&T account, a company I am suspicious of. During his deployment, I had to handle his bills from that company and I was horrified at how they were nickle and diming him.
However, all his friends and family have that company, so now I do too.
Keith also decided that he needed a new cell phone and ordered the Tundra, a cell phone so hardy it could be flushed down the toilet, sent through the sewer systems and show up in the Atlantic ocean still receiving calls and streaming live TV for the benefit of the clams.
And I have this Solstice thing. It's a touch screen and built for doing all kinds of exciting, multifunctional multimedia stuff. Frankly, it's out of my league. I mean, it came with an instructional computer disk, in addition to the instructional booklet, which in the solstice's case is a very thick little booklet indeed. One wrong touch and I'm launched out into the World Wide Web at astronomical cost to myself.
I miss my battered, gun metal grey Razor.
