mon Paris HOUDINI BITCH

LIZSAYS: Paris, as much as I love her, she has this problem. She rips me off, not officially, but to the point where it feels like a tax.
Paris, my sweet dear, makes things disappear, she is a Houdini bitch.
Its embarrassing to say how many times things have vanished without our noticing, but I have to note our girl’s bad behavior.
My iPhone flew into the ether yesterday. Dick and I had stopped for coffee on our way to see an exhibit and somehow, my phone left its case inside my purse, inside his back pack, under our table. It simply disappeared. The thieves, perhaps a gang of pigeons, slipped under our table, opened his back pack, my purse and slipped my precious iPhone from its case, left everything else, but stole my indispensable phone.
The incident destroyed a day. I went home to my computer to ‘find my iPhone and wipe my iPhone’, neither of which have happened becuase the phone has yet to be ‘online’.
We promptly went to the Apple store, which was beyond fabulously helpful. They were wonderful! They called our carrier and blocked the phone from their end and discovered I had insurance. Then, it turned out I shouldn’t buy a new iPhone4S in white, which I was frothing at the mouth to purchase! Why, because my insurance will replace my original black (ugh) iPhone4. AND, it turns out that most thieves, throw away the sim card and take the phone across borders, where it becomes ‘a new, clean iPhone”. Gotta mention to iPhone that this is, oh, I don’t know, a MAJOR problem!
But, WTF, here I am with out a phone for a couple of weeks. OMG, it is so like withdrawal. I miss my baby, my phone gave me things to do, told me where I was, gave me the weather report, told me when to do what , etc., not to mention Angry Birds. Oh my God, its gone, I can’t even translate French on the fly. There is a pain where my okay used to be.