My husband’s BlackBerry has become a member of our family.  BlackBerry has eaten breakfast with us at a swanky hotel in Washington, basked in the sun on the Florida coast, crashed my sister’s 50th birthday party and has recently found religion.

I’m happy to announce that BlackBerry has a new friend, BlackBerry Storm.  Imagine my delight when my husband presented me with this lovely Christmas gift.  But to my surprise, we’ve become inseparable.  We exercise together, work side by side at my desk and have even shared the bathroom.  But what I don’t understand is my husband’s reaction to BlackBerry Storm joining our family.

We’re standing in line at the grocery store checkout last Saturday and just when we’re about to put our groceries on the counter, I hear the familiar sound of BlackBerry Storm announcing an incoming text message.  
“Just ignore it.”
“Why? I can’t.”  I’m frantically fumbling in my purse for the phone.
“Hurry up. Put this on the counter,” my husband says as he attempts to hand me a box of Cheerios.
“Where’s my phone?  Got it!”
I begin to weave my way past the shopping cart to an empty bench at the end of the counter. Lost in time, I sit down and begin to excitedly text an answer to my friend’s text message.
“I can’t believe you.”  He’s hovering above me.
“What?” I answer while I continue to text.
“The groceries,” he responds flatly.
“What about them?”
“You left me to do them.”
“Did you give her the bags?”
“Yes.”
“Did you have enough money?”  Texting just one more line.
“Yes.”
“Did she help you put them in the buggy?”
“Yessss,” he hisses impatiently.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“You sitting over here with that phone while I did the groceries.  It’s really annoying.”
Really?  Who knew.

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