Or that’s what Dayna would call them. For the past year, I’ve known I needed a new cell phone. I’ve had mine for almost 6 years, and for 2 of those years it was my sole means of communication. No land line, it was all cell. Which means that poor darling piece of equipment has been used, abused, ridden hard, and put away wet.
In the last few weeks, it’s been harder and harder to push the buttons and make it work. I’ve had to accept that it’s really, truly dying and I really, truly need a new one.
So, I went shopping. Online. In the stores. Read reviews. Played with other people’s phones. Decided what features I needed or could live without. I’m a librarian. We research.
I finally decided on this lovely little darling: the Sony Ericsson w810i. Sleek, pretty, shiny, and the same brand as my current phone, so most of the buttons work the same. Woot!
