RIP "fIphone" 2008-2009

Today marks the 6th month anniversary of my iPhone, belovedly called, "fiphone" (pronounced, fie (rhymes with pie) phone).

He had a good life; he traveled from China to America, and had many voyages throughout Europe as well. He even got to work in Morocco, too. He withstood multiple injuries: falling out of my purse, falling downstairs, being accidentally stepped on. He was a super-trooper.

His favorite things were being confused with the "real" iPhones and his pink carrying case (which sadly broke 3 weeks ago). He also liked it when I wiped him down with sanitizer.

He was to be passed on to Priscilla at the end of my stay here, but that was not to be.

Today, at about 1.20 pm Paris time, I sat down on my fIphone, and the screen cracked. (Before you start the fat jokes...it was at a weird angle AND I've lost 5 pounds while being here, thank's very much!!)

Luckily, to my foresight that the fIphone might crap out, I brought mr. Motorola (my first phone in China, pictured to the left in the photo) along for the ride as well. He is willing to accept the call of duty in a new country, and has already been employed several times in the last hour.

Good-bye, Mr. fIphone, I will miss you.