My phone, as I more or less suspect, was completely FUBAR'd. The motherboard was damaged along with the screen, so...I got a new phone.
And that's...kind of all I've got. I spent a tortuous amount of time yesterday trying to come up with something else to write about, as there's not really much of a plotline to buying a new phone. I had to go to two Verizon stores? Because the first one was fresh out of iPhones? Which I only learned about after waiting (and waaaaaaaiting) for the one lone salesperson to finish up with a couple who thought, hey, while we're here, let's ask this guy every tech support question we can think of, even ones that aren't even phone related, and also get his opinion on whether our online banking could ever get hacked by the Russians.
PLOT TWIST: There was another, bigger Verizon store one shopping center over that still had plenty of iPhones. Suburbia!
CONCLUSION: I got my phone from there and spent all weekend trying to remember all my various app logins. Then we watched Westworld while eating Velveeta chili dip and chicken wings. Oh and on Saturday there was an inexplicable amount of nachos and a sausage McGriddle. So like jeez you guys for the life of me I will never figure out where 10 extra pounds came from. Just out of nowhere, really.
And thus ended a weekend with barely enough happening to warrant an update on the Facebookhole, much less a whole blog post. (Although if you haven't bought the Hamilton Mixtape yet, what are you even DOING HERE?)
Today is my mom's birthday though, so if you are here and still awake you could always be nice and say happy birthday to her. And then tell me what you're buying your mom for Christmas (I won't tell her, swears) because I hate all of my ideas and need some gift-giving inspiration in general. The years and years of everybody asking for nothing but Lego Lego Lego Lego has broken my imagination, especially since I am pretty sure my mom is happy to finally live in a place with zero Legos to step on. I also need gift ideas for 1) Jason, and 2) literally everybody else.
Oh wait! I can actually go first, as I made this for my friend's birthday and gave it to her at some point between the nachos and McGriddle and can thus finally share my basic bitch craftiness with the rest of you:
I can probably make one for your mom, if you want.