By no means are we packrats.  I don’t like to accumulate junk at all so the house doesn’t fill up with useless stuff that we’ll never use again unless it’s a memento.  That being said, I didn’t realize we hadn’t thrown out any of our old cell phones until I noticed our pile in a box this past weekend.  I think we never dumped them since we had the intention of dropping them off at a proper disposal place but never wound up actually doing that (yet).

While I love my Blackberry Pearl, nothing beat the camera to the far right in terms of convenience because it was so small.  I never even needed a belt clip for it since you could barely feel it in your pants pockets.

I kind of wish Megan’s first cell phone was here.  It was one of those huge, grey flip phones with the enlarged battery area and an antenna to rival a car’s.  It must not have made the trip from Chicago to Atlanta when we moved since it would have required an extra moving van just to transport it.

I could have taken this shot with my regular camera but I figured it to be poetic justice to take a camera phone shot using these phones’ successor/conqueror.