…and I dropped my cell phone for the umpteenth time yesterday and wondered once again while picking it up, will it work? Because, ever since I could remember everything I’ve ever dropped ended up busted. Now, I’ve always made sure to use protection and don’t go anywhere without wrapping that sucker up. But what amazes me is that while the screen won’t crack the cell phones innards apparently stay in tack too. No matter how hard it’s been bounced around all of its functions work. It just amazes me. I’ve been waiting for the day when it won’t turn on or it won’t take a picture or my tunes won’t work or I won’t be able to access the internet but no matter what abuse I put it through and believe you me, I’ve put it through some abuse, not purposely mind you it’s just in my DNA that for some reason I just don’t take care of my stuff the way I should. I mean Saturday I didn’t realize that I had dropped my glasses in the parking lot of Boot Barn in Uniontown until this truck drove by and I heard what sounded like the pop of someone throwing a light bulb to the ground but no it was just my glasses, crushed into a million pieces. But my phone and everyone I’ve had is like the old Timex watch commercials, it takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’ but even Timex has met it’s match when it comes to the smart phone. Who needs a watch when my phone gives me that info and makes sure I’m not late for work too. I never thought I’d see the day that I could finally own something that even I couldn’t accidentally break. Now that’s smart.