I've moved the Chinese knotwork and jade teapot dangly off my old phone, so my new phone has been baptized. All it needs is a name. We're calling the one I used for the last five months or so "Rosebud" since shadowdaddy spent so much time longing for it. I'm not sure what to call this one, but since I'm not prone to personifying inanimate objects (for years I drove "the car"), it'll probably just be called "my new phone" (as in, "Honey, can you help me figure out how to send pictures to LJ with my new phone?").
I also need to see if I can find my driver's license today while I'm pushing things around the flat. It would be really helpful to have while I'm in Detroit, even if it's expired.
Now back into the kitchen for a first load of dishes while shadowdaddy makes French toast and bacon.