Material Girl

So I hate to confess the moments when I am shallow and obsessed, but here goes...I really, really, really miss my iPhone. It was stolen (along with my I.D. and other key elements) on Saturday night. I had become so attached to it's chic little body. Bright, shiny, white plastic. Muffie von Phone. I waited in LINE to purchase this little device. Even giving blog time to a phone seems ridiculous. The boys have offered to help the police find the bad guys. They suggested I write them a letter and that we follow clues for it the next time we go to the Children's Museum (it went missing at their gala...). Uggh.