Sooooo I was on holiday at Mahia Beach having the time of my life, eating ice cream for breakfast, swimming with dolphins and fishing and what-not, when I decided to treat my cellular communications device for a swim in the beautiful ocean. Turns out it didn't like it much, as it stopped talking to me. I havn't heard from it since.
Annnyway, so my old phone had seen better days, and it also was having issues talking to me, every so often. So I signed up to a plan and got a new phone. Win, win. I chose the Nokia 6300, because it was on special, it doesn't look or feel like a child's toy and it is easy to use..apparently.
Here's my new phone....
*Ooooh shiny.
I'm not quite used to my new phone yet as it is considerably lighter than all of my previous phones. Perhaps that's why today, in Porirua with the L.W.L this happened...
My phone rings. I rustle through my handbag/portable jungle to find aforementioned cellular device. I pull out my phone, and just before answering it I do a double take. Erica (a.k.a #1) interjects at this point "Bro I don't think that's your phone." I had accidentally thrown my cordless home phone into my handbag. What a dick. I then had to withstand 5 full minutes of complete mockery and embarassment as #1 & #3 wet themselves with laughter. As we walked to through the car park to Harvey Norman, with Erica & M.K. still catching their breath, Mk says between gasps "ohhhhh that's definatley blog material."
So there you have it. My shame is immortalised, forever on the web. Happy M.K?
What do you think? Can I blame this on my new phone or does my intelligence have to take the hit?
that is the second time that you have done that honey
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