© VeerBy Janelle Hanchett
When I thought about writing this post, I was going to use it as a forum to scold those horribly annoying people who can't have lunch with you because they're too busy tweeting about having lunch with you.
And then I realized I am one of those people and I grew immensely uncomfortable.
I used to be normal. Then I got an iPhone.
I used to have this wretched little Blackberry that did nothing - and even that it does poorly. I would gaze at my husband's iPhone with a longing in my heart: the touch screen, the plethora of apps, Facebook so clear and bright. So when it was finally time for an upgrade, I splurged on my own iPhone.
And now it's like crack to me.
Plus: Life in the Fast Lane (For One Day, At Least)
If I don't have the lil sucker with me I feel like somebody removed my pants without me looking.
I'm like a blind puppy searching for her mother: "Come back, come back! I'll die without you."
When I can't find my phone I think my
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