Charge.Recharge.Recharge.Recharge.

So my good-looking husband got me this great phone for my birthday, and I still like it!

It's been seven months. It's officially the longest time I've ever used a planner consisting of actual plans.  The touchscreen and menus are easy to navigate.  I have yet to find an app I need to purchase, because all of the free apps are so well developed.  The mobile hotspot is, well, fantastic.  I've used two devices tethered to it and also texted simultaneously.  The ringtones and alerts do not annoy me, the camera and flash have all but replaced my point-and-shoot camera, and the storage capacity is completely sufficient for my needs.

But bless its sleek little heart, it will not stay charged.  My phone died three times with below-average usage today.

The other night I had to take all three heathens to church with me for a meeting until Mr Lemon got home from work.  Mercifully he came to pick them up and swap me vehicles, and I stayed over to do a little office stuff.  I wasn't alone, but my phone was dead.  I'm not a nervous person - I used to go to grocery stores and WalMart at night because they were less crowded.  Dark rooms don't bother me.  But that night, walking across the parking lot to the truck, I was skeered!

And she raised the radish to the sky and gasped, "As Gawd is mah witness, I'll nevah be hungry again!"

So sorry.  I watched Gone With The Wind this weekend.

Really though, I raced home to safety and my phone charger. Needless to say, I've got a couple of Touchstone chargers on their happy way to happy me.  I'm planning to keep one at the church and the other at home.

If only I could convert animal cracker crumbs into a power source.  I'd have a limitless supply in my floorboard.

In other happies, have you noticed the page links under the header? I moved some stuff around, and installed a contact form.  So fancy! I'd like to breathe a little life back into the blog this year.  Maybe even write some meaningful and substantial content.