My phone is kind of like a car, at least when it comes to the battery. Whenever it says "low battery" I really know that I've still got at least...12 more hours before it really is going to die on me. Kind of like how in some cars, your gas gauge will say empty when really you can make it home without sweating about stopping at the gas station. Empty tank? No problem! I can actually squeeze another 100 miles out of this sucker. Low battery? No I don't need to hang up and plug my phone in, I can probably talk to you for another four hours and not need to worry :)
Yeah, my phone is a brick, it will endure anything: I've dropped it a billion times (comes with having butter fingers), chucked it across the room on numerous occasions, spilled water on it, sat on it, slept on it (that was awkward, and uncomfortable), and I think I even got toothpaste all over it one time. I do know it rolled through a mess of chocolate chip cookie, though, that wasn't too much fun cleaning up. Anyway, I can't wait to get a new phone because even though my phone can endure through anything, it's ancient and obnoxious, even the vibrate is loud - it has woken Emily up in the night. Well maybe not completely woken up but she does move in her sleep. So coming in November...Amelia will, hopefully, have a new phone and, hopefully, a new provider (T-Mobile stinks). The end.
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