This week, my husband did something he said he'd never do. He bought a cell phone! He is adamant that the phone be used only on road trips or when I'm out alone with our son. He says people lived just fine for many years without cell phones, and that having one takes all the fun and adventure out of having road trouble. "Excuse me?" I responded. "What part of road trouble is fun?!"
We got a Tracfone since we only plan to use it for travel or emergencies, but I have to say I feel a little safer knowing I have the option to call if I need it. I'm OK with not using it daily.
Eric has gone so far as to say that it was a life-long goal of his to never own a cell phone. So I'm sorry, honey, to squash this dream of yours. (That reminds me of another goal he had as a single person: that the next time he moved, he would only take with him what would fit in his midsize car. I told him when we married that this dream could no longer be a reality.)