Merry Christmas Mark

There was no pleasant Christmas music, no flurry of colorful wrapping paper being greedily ripped from a package. Only me in my office, doing all I could do to not take Mark's Christmas present and smash it on the floor. It wasn't Christmas morning, but I wanted Mark to have his present right away. After all, I was paying for the damn thing, he might as well use it. I had charged his new iphone overnight and it was ready to be activated. In addition to the iphone, I was also going to activate the grandpa phone I had got for myself. Three hours. It took three hours from the time I opened the iphone box to the time I was able to make a phone call on it. This is why I hate to upgrade to new technology. Yes, I know the iphone is not new, but it is new for me and Mark. Up until Saturday we had been living in the past with non-smart, or ignorant cell phones. During the three hours it took to activate Mark's phone, I talked to two nice ladies in India, I chatted on-line with another lady (I'd guess also in India just by the fake sounding name), and I used every curse word my dad had taught me along with some new ones I have discovered over the years. It was all worth it. For the first time ever, I have given Mark an expensive Christmas present that he not only wanted, but that he was very happy to have, and he is using it. Over on the sun porch where Bette pees is the sewing machine from a couple of years ago. I don't think he has even put thread in the thing. On the counter in the kitchen is the five hundred dollar blender, which he has used about a dozen times. So to actually see Mark using his new Christmas present does make me feel good. He can now join the crowd at the bar with their heads bowed, and the soft glow of an iphone lighting up their faces. Oh, and that grandpa phone I got for myself, it took fifteen minutes from box to activation.