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My friend C says: “I can SO relate to this. I still feel like a New Yorker.”
I absolutely agree! But while she misses the hustle, I’m in love with the slow-mo. In fact, as I sit here at 1:42am just finishing up a long, long day of work, I wouldn’t mind if hours did actually turn into days. Less botox that way too :)
Right after I blogged the picture below of the Festaris helping me pull for a shoot tomorrow, my iPhone disappeared. No joke. We searched for an hour (that’s a long time to look around in a boutique) and could not find it anywhere. It wasn’t tucked in a stack of shirts, at the bottom of a pocket, or in my purse (always the last place I look) - it was no where to be found.
But, we know it’s in the store because I blogged the pictures, only a few customers came in and out, and the bluetooth in my car detected it close by.
I had to teach spin at 6:30 so the iPhone is STILL lost in the store.
Add this to the fact that it drops EVERY call, turns on FaceTime for no reason, will call other contacts while I’m on the phone, and has a shattered screen that will cost $200 to fix and the d@m^ thing just doesn’t seem worth it!