At Embolden, a good bunch of us have BlackBerries. If you've been following Ann-Marie's plight with the Storm, you'll know she's poised on the edge of an iPhone. Though just maybe she just wants one.

*cough*

*jealous*

I love my BlackBerry (seriously though, AMH, if you're going to get us iPhones I'll be the last one complaining), maybe a little too much.

Friday, I left work early to take my partner to have little lasers aimed at her eyeballs. Lasik. We're sitting in the waiting room (hello Starbucks on-demand, grind the bean, make my coffee machine, I love you) and I'm click, click, clicking away on my BB.

She looks at me, "Are you working?"

(Does updating my Twitter count as working?)

"Uh, no, just messing around..."

I put it away, a little sheepish.

My thumbs twitched until I had her napping, back at home, post-op, and I could lay on the couch and see what the little wonder had in store for me.

Oy vey! Is there a 12 step program for this thing?