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When you do a family head count, you start with the phone.
You didn't cry at the last funeral you attended until the minister asked everyone to turn off their ringers.
When your third-grader asks for help with his spelling homework, you strike up a game of Words With Friends.
When you call up Apple tech support, they say, "What's up, Linda? How are the kids?"
To maintain your current level of service, you've really cut back on the dentist.
Your children are getting emails from the producers of "Intervention."
Your phone has a name. And a monogrammed sweater.
You've ever said, "What do you mean you don't have service in this delivery room?"
Last night when your husband wanted to get frisky, you told him, "There's an app for that."