You heard correctly, Chipmunks:
My mom, Babs, got her first smart phone!
The adventure started when my dad gave her a Radio Shack gift certificate for Christmas, intending to let me help Babs actually purchase the phone. Because he never really loved me.
Now, I love my iPhone, but wouldn’t exactly call myself a smart phone expert. My only solid advice was, “Get the gold one, it’s pretty.”
Two hours at Radio Shack and the death of my soul later, Babs got her first lesson from me:
“See this blue icon with the A? That’s your app store. Click it and type in Macy’s.”
While she took to the shopping apps like nobody’s business, the past few weeks have looked like this:
And my very favorite:
…Wait for it…
I [just called to say I] love you, Babs. Thanks for letting me use those screen shots for the world’s amusement.
How do you/your parents fare with technology? Any gadget gift fails?
P.S. – I suck royally for not responding to recent comments. Rest assured my absence has only made my heart grow fonder, and I totally want to have 10,000 of your babies.
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