I may not be the most gifted person to ever walk the earth but I am most certainly the clumsiest. Allow me to illustrate my point. I have already mentioned the nasty little stomach virus that came to help me flush in the New Year. When it hit me last Wenesday, I was out shopping with my sons, giving them an opportunity to spend some of their Christmas money. Needless to say we left Gamestop in a really big hurry. When we arrived home I grabbed my purse, cell phone and keys and RAN to the door to unlock it. Sadly, this was when my Razor fell and landed on the threshold, knocking one of the hinges off of my new phone and leaving some of the phone's wiring exposed. Not good news. I came to the conclusion that the piece I broke off was not going to magically "snap" back into place when my husband tried to do just that which then caused the outer screen to go black. No more caller ID for me. Now, in view of the fact that we are STILL waiting for our house to sell in Florida, it is not a good time to be shelling out money for a new phone. This WAS a new phone that came free with my new contract and, oddly enough, was the replacement for the LAST phone I dropped and broke. Hmmmm....there is a pattern here. Not to worry...my wonderful sister-in-law had a phone that she was no longer using so yesterday we headed over to get it from her and get it activated. The plot thickens. As I am headed out the door to go to her house, I DROP MY BROKEN PHONE AGAIN!!! This time it snaps completely in two and gives up the ghost entirely. Dead. I have now killed two phones. When will this madness stop??? Is there some sort of twelve-step recovery program for people like me?