No, seriously, I got this shit.

Yesterday was quiet; Prime and I hit some Walgreens, looking for Power of the Primes Wreck-Gar. It appears that a member of the Allspark forums found a couple in his area for two dollars a pop and Prime was hoping we’d get lucky enough to find similar in our area. Of course, fate laughed at us and we either couldn’t find any or if we did, they were full price. Slag us, I guess. But it gets better, as always.

My cellphone decided to jump out of my jeans pocket. Okay, that’s not necessarily so awful, except Prime was the one who found it. With his foot.

You’re reading that correctly. Prime accidentally stepped on it. My dumbphone can survive a lot, but that incident wasn’t one. The screen is pretty much fragged. As in, I can’t read anything on it. It’s an LCD screen and the resulting pressure pretty much destroyed the display. When Prime picked it up and turned it on, he flinched and said, “I owe you a smartphone, don’t I?” Upon seeing the wrecked screen, I all but shouted, “YES!”

Though really, part of the blame lies with me. If I had been a little more careful, maybe the phone wouldn’t have slipped out of my pocket. So as per Murphy’s law, since more than one person is to blame, no one is at fault.

So Prime ordered me a smartphone. It should be arriving in a few days. I get to join the rest of the civilized world now. I can hardly wait. This means I can play Pokémon Go now. Excited? You bet I am. So no, it isn’t all bad.

I just wish that we still had BotCon. A smartphone would have solved a lot of problems while I was there. Ah well.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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