8 ball, corner pocket...

Buttercup's currently sitting under the table contentedly (that's a word, right??) taking every item out of the diaper bag and making one hell of a mess on the floor, but since it's buying me a few minutes to blog, I'm not stopping her.

Yeah, I know. Responsible parenting at its best.

Anyway, I wanted to stop in and share the classic-me exchange I had with the Verizon rep who talked me into the Blackberry Curve. Now, for background, you need to know that the rep was a mother of five and that there are two places I keep my cell phone one me at any given time.

My butt pocket of my jeans or my bra.

Whatever works, right?

So anyway, I'm standing in front of the PDA's trying to decide which one I want to get.

Me: The Pearl is smaller, but the Curve is cooler.

Hubby: Well, I think you should get the Curve cuz you'll be happier using the keyboard for the PDA features.

Me: Yeah, but it probably won't fit in my bra...

Verizon rep: Oh no, it fits!

Me: (not blinking an eye) Sold!

And there you have it folks. I was talked into one of the most addictive/coolest/I've been drooling over it for years now devices because it fits in my boob pocket without making me look like I have some weird growth. That's either really funny or pathetically sad.