Irony welcome here

After much waiting, a little pleading and hint-dropping, and a lot of patience, I have a smartphone. So now, like the rest of the world that doesn't have an iPhone, I have a crack - I mean, BLACK - berry. I love it. I have not let it loose charge once.

But, that's not what's ironic. See, part of this process, part of the delay, was simply that smartphone plans aren't cheap. BJ and I were heading towards the end of our phone contract and, well, it was cheap. Like, hold-over from the old days cheap. We had a family share plan with, get this, a whopping 300 minutes. And we maybe used 40 of those in a month. Combined. So the enormity of the plans I was looking at was giving BJ heart palpitations.

Finally, after quiet persistence (and, truly, research) on my part, he relented. But, we were going to drop our family plan, send me out on my own, and he was going to have work provide him a phone. Fair enough - if he wasn't calling me to say he was coming home from work, he was receiving texts from this server or that (or something - I don't really know). I figure he was just getting another phone. I mean, when he was ordering Blackberries for the staff at his work he went on and on about how he never wanted one of those things, people could reach him if they wanted, who needs email on a phone . . . Plus, at one point he said to me, "You don't need a data plan on it, right? You just want the calendar." What did he come home with? A Blackberry. A souped-up, my-phone-is-better-than-your-phone Curve 3900 or something.

But it doesn't stop there. Oh no. The man who threw fits when my friends would send me text messages, who didn't quite seem to see the wonders of the wireless data services . . . that guy? He's texting me, like, all the time*.

I feel a little smug.

*Totally an exaggeration. But, 15 times in 2 weeks doesn't sound very impressive. It would look impressive, though, if I graphed his texting behavior over a 2-year period.