Friend Mark christened my iphone Miss Pinky after hearing that she has a shocking pink cover, and I think it was a good choice, so Miss Pinky she is. Just so you know, if I had had to go through any sort of adequacy test before being allowed to bring her home, she would still be in theAT&T store. Of course, I didn't have to pass an adequacy test to bring home the baby David, either, which is probably a good thing, since I hardly knew which end to diaper.
Since apps were what I craved, I sat down last night to order some free ones. I don't know how it happened, I swear I don't, but somehow I downloaded an app that would have made Miss Pinky blush if she had been able. It certainly horrified me. Suppose I got hit by a truck before I found out how to get that thing off my phone. What would people think of Mema Williams? Who knew such things could be downloaded to a phone on purpose, much less by accident? Who would want such things on their phones, anyway? Who tends to over react? That would be me.
I sent off an SOS to David and woke this morning to find the answer to my problem. I had to hold down the nasty icon until it began to wobble and an X appeared. Then I touched the X and agreed that I did indeed want to delete the app. What a relief! I had thought I might have to wash Miss Pinky in clorox water or something. Next time I let my fingers do the walking, I will try to be sure I know where they stop.
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