Sally got the same model a few weeks ago. She says it has a user manual in the “Help” function. How are you supposed to find the manual if you don’t even know how to use the danged thing to start with?
On the plus side, I found the tamales I brought home from church last night, neatly stashed in the refrigerator in Tom’s room. He thought they were all for him. This is a sort of his life’s paradigm.
(Sally is 19. Tom is 23. They are GAAAAAAH!-inducing persons.)
I’m sure there are things on my phone that I haven’t found, but I hate that I can’t just attach the USB and upload all my photos, either the ones I take or the ones that are sent to me. I won’t buy this brand of phone again. Period.
Yes, I have one GAAAAAAH!-inducing person, and I’m glad I only had one. She is still trying to “outsmart” me because her dad told her for so many years that I was “stupid.” Yeah. Right. He’s been gone for 17 years, and she still sees him as a demi-god. But don’t get me started!
This is the Christmas season!
The Night Stalkers at Walmart couldn’t get into the safe room (the one with all the money) so I couldn’t get stamps. I stopped at Lin’s and got them there, and gloriosky, they’re FROG stamps!!! Now I don’t want to use them!
But stopping there was good, because its right next to the post orifice and I was able to drop Charlie’s letter in the outside box on my way home, since I forgot to do it on my way to Wally’s...