There’s a new iPhone, you know.
I’ve been needing to replace mine, not so much because the new one is cool and you can ask it things like Siri, where should I hide the body?, but because when I press the home button it goes berserk and takes a picture of my lap or the floor.
I’ve been futzing around and not replacing it because I don’t want to go to the mall in all these crowds to do it, but tonight it became abundantly clear that I have to.
I have to have the new phone because I have to be able to take better pictures on the fly of this baby.
This is Petra, and she takes the cake.
My new phone is on its way now.