This year Hubs gave me a new cell phone for Christmas. I have always been a bit behind-the-times when it comes to technology. I usually don't go for the newest gadget just because it's new, and I always have to be convinced I need it.
Okay, so I'm still not convinced that I need it.
But my new phone is pretty cool.
Plus, Nancy will be happy to know that now when she texts me, I can text her back. Once I figure that out. And no, I am not ninety.
My old phone was fairly simple. I could dial (even my verbs are dated) and receive a text. I could send one as well, but I didn't have the little keypad like all the cool middle schoolers. Now I have a keypad and the ability to access the NET and take pictures.
It will all be quite nice once I've read the little instruction booklet.
Today I could have kicked myself for not reading it yet because, you will not believe what I saw in SmallTown today.
Daughter and I pulled into Hobby Lobby and there at the end of the parking lot, near the intersection was the strangest sight.
Yes, a camel. There with the camel was a man I assume was his (or her?) owner, along with a pick-up truck and a trailer. People were lining up to put their small offspring on said camel for who knows what amount of money.
It was then that I wished I could use my new fancy phone and take a picture for y'all.
Or should I say, "Dromedary?"