Ever since Steve Jobs did the big reveal, I’ve always wanted an iPhone. I was hooked on the first day (they had me at “hello”) because of its extreme functionality, combination of all things e*, and that happy logo that’s been around since Oregon Trail was introduced to the first grade class at Douglas Elementary School. That’s right: I’m a grown-up Apple kid.

Two things needed to happen before I could  touchscreen for directions to the nearest Mongolian Barbecue** or watch a skateboarding dog on YouTube:

1. The price needed to drop
2. I needed enough money to pay for it

Pretty common dilemma that affects literally hundreds of Americans, since most of us would be heavily tempted to just buy the sucker and pay for it later (and often) via credit. That could’ve been me. I needed to wait until the new calendar year, for reasons that can only be explained by my accountant, and in ways that are hopefully understood by the IRS.

So here we are — I made it past January 2 all the way to the fourth. It’s home, sitting in it’s dock and humming along on the AT&T network. So far, so good. And the sure sign of its coolness is that Emily spent a good 20 minutes iPhoning — the longest amount of time she has ever spent on a piece of electronic gear that I’ve brought home. Well… besides the iPod.

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*”e” being the prefix for everything that could be electronified — e-mail, e-message, e-z chair, etc. It’s so late 90’s.
**Or Burger King