The Cachinator was in the Ward house this evening. We watched the Cowboys get whupped, ate Hint of Lime Tostidos covered with cheap, crappy cheese dip, drank Guinness... root... beer and had a grand ole' time.
Apartment update: Amber (a.k.a. Fancypants) and I found a new apartment and we love it. However, during the apartment application process, I also found out that I am a victim of identity theft. Some cat named "Omar" jacked my social security number to get himself a Sprint phone and charge-up the bill 689 bucks in one month. My credit, which was in the high 700's five months ago, is now in the mid-high 600's. Not good. So now I have to go through that whole wonderful clear-my-credit process. Yippee Skippee. Gee I wish I had a maypole to jump around in childlike glee.
All day I've been fighting off visions of beating the crap out of Omar with a dirty plunger and/or an Irish shillelagh.
iphone review: I love it. I'm not gonna lie, that iphone is one attractive piece of techno-delightfulness. If my iphone were a woman it would be Grace Kelly... (I was going to say Amber, but I'm not sure she wants to be compared to a phone) So, if my iphone is Grace Kelly, that means my old Treo is a big fat, hairy, belching, shirtless, smelly drunk trucker, in a blue-jean thong.
After a week of using my iphone/ipod/calender/email-checker I can't believe I used to hold that big oversized brain-tumor-accelerator-of-a-Treo to my face. The only time I was ever thankful for the Treo was when it kept my face warm in the bitter, bitter frigid wind. But the weather has been uncommonly beautiful lately so even that flaw/one-redeeming-quality is inconsequential.
And believe it or not, since I got my iphone and switched to the family plan we've lowered our bill by 150 smackers a month!!!