My phone is constantly on me. It’s not that I’m expecting a call, usually. It’s more out of paranoia. I tend to think that the one time I leave it at home, I’ll really need it. My favorite irrational fear is that I’ll going downstairs to shower, someone will break in and I’ll have to barricade myself in the bathroom. How will I call 911 if I don’t have my phone on me?
Crazy? Probably. But this is much worse. Cell phone couple wedding cake toppers. Ew!

I get it. People love their phones. Maybe you met through the phone. The hubby could work for Verizon and maybe she had to call to complain about shitty service. Who knows! But I really don’t see myself loving my phone this much. I swear if I hear of a couple exchanging vows via text message or Blackberry Messenger, I might scream.
My wedding cake topper, you know…if I get married, will have me probably shaking my toosh on it. It’ll be awesome. Maybe I’ll be doing a handstand, who knows!!