Call me, call me any anytime...

So I'm no Blondie, but you can still hook a girl up with a phone call on my new birthday celly! YKW rocked the gift giving this year! So yeah, he had a cheat from my list, but I LOVE my new phone. I don't even care that it looks like a Barbie, should be carried by a sixteen year old, Paris Hilton wanna be phone. I was crazy surprised since I thought for sure he'd go for the spa day. Here's how it went down...

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YKW: *casually puts wrapped gift on living room table, he knows full well that I can't deal with temptation of a wrapped gift. Ever. It is torture.*

me: What's that? My birthday present? Can I open it?

YKW: Sure.

me: *thinking for sure it is a TRICK!* Really?

YKW: *not paying attention to me typing on the computer* Yep.

me: *even MORE thinking it is a trick* Can I REALLY open it?

YKW: Yep. *clickety click click click type type* It's just an empty box so if you want to open it go ahead.

me: Damn it! Really? Can I seriously open it? Are you tricking me? Why is it empty? It's really empty?

YKW: Open it. It's just a place holder so you had something to open.

me: Well that isn't fun! Can I still open it?

( If I may interject here... You see how sad I am folks? I would rather open an empty box than to not open anything at all and today isn't even my real birthday.)

YKW: Sure.

me: *running over to get the box* Wait there is something in there!

YKW: *smiles*

And so he totally went over to Sprint this afternoon and hooked me up. He was praying the whole time he was gone that I didn't try to use my (old) cell phone and call Sprint complaining that it didn't work. He's a crafty fellow, that Dave.