The time had come for me to get a new phone.
When I say “it was time,” I mean “IT WAS TIME.”
Let’s just say that this guy asked to borrow my phone day before yesterday and he was mortified. Here he is mocking me and my phone.

Then, Beau came home with this:

I’ve had to recall lots of my previous comments about his use of his phone.
I now feel like my life is complete.
This was the text I sent my precious Beau at midnight from upstairs (he was downstairs):
“I love you, but have officially found a new love … Mr. iPhone.”

That night I searched for apps and arranged my contacts and settings for only about 3 hours.
Whatever.