There are few times when I feel so noble as to strut my stuff and hold my head high. But tonight? Oh yeah, baby. Tonight I am sexy. Sexy in only the way that somebody of true cat like sexiness can be. Sexy like Fat Bastard of the Austin Powers movies. Sexy like that deep voiced fellow of Flight of the Conchords. Because tonight? Tonight I have myself an iPhone. Oh yeah, an iiiiiiiiiiiiPhone.

Kelly Lynne, head chair of my most favorite of non-profit organizations, Team Heather, sent me an iPhone in the mail today. I haven't the foggiest idea of where she got it, she gathers oddities from her clients that include extra computers and phones, but I am ever so thrilled to have the sassiest bit of something I have ever had the pleasure to hold in my mitts. Sure, I loved holding my babies in my arms but they couldn't get me on the internet in a flash or play me songs from my iTunes. I love my iPhone and I am pretty sure it loves me. I know this because those extra pounds? They don't matter, I have an iPhone. That mountain of laundry? Don't care, I have an iPhone. The fact that Devon is going on two weeks now dressed in a hot plastic mask and a cape? Don't bother me, I am fondling my iPhone. And? I am damn sexy doing it. And tomorrow when I actually get the sim card for it. Then? Hot damn, watch the hell out.