Dear iPhone

Dear iPhone,

We've been together for a few years now. I wasn't sure right at first if things were going to work out - you were pretty fancy, and I didn't think I deserved you. All sleek and sophisticated.... I'm a working mom of three kids. Things in my life are messy, and get crazy.

But you stuck by me. Rememer, that time in Manhattan, we were going down the stairs at a subway station, and I dropped you. You rolled down the stairs, but when I picked you up, you were just fine. (That's also when The H made me buy you a case. That doesn't mean he loves you more than I do, though.).

Eventually, I upgraded you to a newer version. And you were still pretty. But something seems... Off. I think we've lost the spark. You turn off my apps at will. You run slow. You don't last as long as you used to, and now I have to keep a charger at work, and in the car. The worst offense, though, is that you keep telling me that I'm in Santa Ana, when I'm clearly in Irvine!

I just don't know what to do with you. When things are good, they're so great! But they're often not good, at all. Sigh. It pains me to say this, but I'm afraid our time is over.

It's going to be a bit of a transition, I have a year left on my contract, but I just want to be happy. Maybe a nice Android is what I need.

I'll miss you, iPhone.

Kind of.

-G


(ps, don't forget, this dude with the garmin!!! I think I need it.)