Okay, fine. I am a little addicted to my new iPhone. But you would be, too, if you had that crappy crapster 3-year-old LG flip phone like I had that looked like it had been through a washing machine and then dragged behind a car for a day or two and which randomly turned itself off a few times a day. This feels very similar to when I sold my Geo Prism and got a Saab 9-3 convertable. Suddenly luxury is a way of life. MY life.

For reals, though - I love my iPhone. I google-map (that is so a verb) my way to destinations that I already know. I play sudoku with renewed zeal. I check Facebook constantly (of course). I suppose I could've been blogging, too, but I didn't. I'm still downloading all of the must-have apps (Lose It!, Shazam, Virtual Zippo, Public Radio Tuner) and playing with them.

Some happenings while I've been spending my time searching for the closest sushi restaurant (iSushi) and listening to the phrase-stylings of Mr. T (iPity):

• Dude declared that the incredibly delectable Monkfish Liver Pate & Sturgeon Caviar that we had at the sushi restaurant the other night tasted "like catfood" and then proceeded to eat the whole thing and use his finger to get every last bit of sauce off the plate and into his mouth.

• The Bug spent the better part of last Friday saying "HOOO-wah! HOOO-wah! HOOO-wah!" She sounded very much like Al Pacino in Scent of a Woman, but I finally figured out that she was just making kissy sounds.

• Belly has been doing much better while practicing walking. So I suppose I can stop obsessing and worrying that someday she'll be the only 3-year-old we know who still crawls everywhere.

• Both girls can correctly point to the various parts of the face when asked, and BELLY could do it first!

• Someone (um, me!) went out on Friday night and sang and danced to an 80s cover band, losing my voice along the way. SO much fun!

I will be a better blogger. I promise. I just need to become more adept at using the touch-screen keypad...