Apple's iPhone has caused quite a bit of discord in our family. Debate over it has caused many phone calls, trips to the mall, conversations with friends and family members, and ultimately, a divorce. A cell phone plan divorce, that is.
Yes, we're going splitsville. Our family plan is headed to Divorce Court and the final decision is who gets custody of my mother -- who uses maybe 10 minutes a month and has minimal requirements of a phone.
I'll take responsibility for being the plan-wrecker. I'm the one with the wandering eye. Sure, my Verizon enV2 was good enough for me when I got it not quite two years ago. But then my iPod Touch entered my life -- I just happened to win it in an online contest. Suddenly I was lurking at iTunes at all hours of the night, using gift cards to update my music collection, and one thing led to another, and there I was, at the App Store. No one warned me the iPod Touch was the gateway drug to the iPhone, but it is. Because once you start downloading apps, you want them all the time, but stray away from home and you realize that sadly, you can't have your apps at your beck and call, because you don't have your wireless access everywhere. What's a girl to do?
Start coveting an iPhone.