I recently traded up to get the pink Razr. I know it is extraordinarily girly, but sometimes I can’t help it. It started out as me joking about getting one and somewhere in there I ended up actually wanting it.
Most of the phone numbers I had previously programmed in were stored on my SIM card, but Gabe’s cell phone had been stored to my phone instead of my little card so I reinstalled it. Incorrectly.
Because I’m pretty much a moron, it took until a couple of days ago for me to figure it out.
That is when I sent “Gabe” this picture.
Then I got a text message back – “Cute kid, but it’s not mine”. Later, my new friend Jeff called me back and when he told me his number (out loud, it takes me a while, I mean – my phone said he was Gabe’s cell) I figured out the problem and I fixed it.