The Phone Call

My sister has joined the Crackberry revolution, and she's got a good excuse for it too. Last year she became certified with a Masters Degree of Chinese Medicine, specializing in pediatric acupuncture and reproductive health. That being said, if anyone ever deserved a Blackberry-- it's her! And after all, who wouldn't be all over having full access to email and internet in the palm of your hand 24/7?

I also have been "on the Crack" for the last year, with my Crackberry Pearl-- the daintier version of the real thing. And I consider myself lucky to have stumbled across the best Blackberry case ever. This little bad boy zips around your Blackberry, and fits like a glove.

So when I heard the good news that the new Blackberry was in my sister's hands, I knew what I had to do. I ordered her the case and was sure it was going to be her new BFF.

The phone call...

Sounded like she was either outside in a windy area or possibly at a bar.
Me: Hey, did you get the case?
Sister: What case?
Me: The case I sent you for your phone, duh.
Sister: Who is this?
Me: It's your sister, your fucking sister.
Sister: (In between breaths of hysterical laughter) I don't have a sister.
Me: (I think I may have said sorry during my uncontrollable laughing, but not really sure.)
Don't know if this sounds as funny in a blog as it was in real life, but trust me, it was funny.


Start 'em young.