My Blackberry is my sanity. It holds my phone book, my calendar, my email, my access to Facebook, and my Sudoku. It is my method of communication with the outside world - my ability to hold conversations with other adults while Hubby is away winning bread. I rely on it more than I should.
And it's broken.
Okay, not all-the-way broken; my texting ability is impaired. I can receive texts, but only sometime am I allowed to read them, and never am I allowed to send them. I use texting as a primary source of communicating. Little Man doesn't always cooperate when I pick up the phone to make a call - texting allows me to converse without the other party having to hear my son whining in the background. But now the old-fashioned phone call is my only option. This malfunction is seriously cramping my style!
Please, Mr. AT&T Man, fix my Blackberry?