We are, to put it delicately, having a cash-flow problem. As in, the slack in our budget is now gone and we are figuratively scrabbling under the couch for pennies. With that in mind, Drew began studying our telecommications bill with the zeal of an auditor trying to ferret out corruption in a remote Central American nation.
He turned up three mysterious charges from Verizon. Turns out that SOMEONE had downloaded a GPS program, NFL wallpaper (!) and three ringtones.
Anyone who knows my aversion to football knows that this could not possibly have been done by me. And Drew carries a map around in his head and cares nothing about ringtones, so it couldn't have been him, either.
"Do you, by any chance, have a small child?" the helpful Verizon representative asked.
"Why yes, in fact, we do!" Drew said.
The rep said this is usually an issue with teenagers, not toddlers. So this means that Rachel's cell phone days are over until she becomes a whiny pre-adolescent and demands a cell phone with texting ability like all her obnoxious little friends. Oooh, I just can't wait. Until then, she'll have to content herself with my dead work phone, which she loves to take out of her toybox, hold to her ear and say, "hi!" into.
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