That's a Chandler

A few weeks back I was walking around the house with my ipod (rare). I was wearing a skirt and for just a second put my touch in the waistband thinking it would hold while I needed 2 free hands. Well, I then decided to see if it would hold as I ran up stairs. It didn't. Down went my touch to the edge of the hard stair and crack went my hard case. A chunk broke off right on a section that helped keep the case snapped closed. So, a new case was indeed needed.

Fact: Mechlings take extreme care of special objects. Especially ipods, computers, cameras, etc. Like, we would never dream of putting our ipods in our skirt waistbands (anymore;).I mean, extreme caution. For example, my touch may or may not have tissue paper in between the case and the ipod, and a screen cover, and an ipod sock covering it entirely, and a make-up bag case lined with plastic so it won't get wet:) What?? Hey, my touch is still crankin to this day thanks to all...that. Mmmhm.

So at last a few days ago I sought and found my new case.....

(and 5 new screen covers!:) Which then led to Chandler and I needing running headphones.....which then led to needing a special running armband case because, ya know, we go running.

So today, the cases arrived! We excitedly ripped them open and Chandler cast her touch immediately into hers. I didn't want to put mine in....yet...not until the new screen protectors arrived......What?? We admired and experimented for a bit with it and I asked her if she was sure there was room to plug headphones in? As she replied, mid answer she pushed the circle button on her touch which flashed to life in response. On the screen instantly revealed her background picture of Joseph Levitt. (Recently see in 'Inception'...

There was definitely some gawking goin on while we watched this the other day. Certainly not by Chandler and Me. Noooo, not us......ok, maybe we did just a bit....ok. A lot.

ya know...100% attractive...

..and some;)

(oh yea, left to do all the work. 'S'k guys. Yea, just, sleep'.)

She stopped talking and let out a sigh sounding something like "gaaaww". And then, while gazing admiringly at the picture on her arm, she said, "Oh, my arm has never looked hotter."

(Chandler wishes for me to point out that we had just returned from the pool and wants all to know that she thinks she looks, quote, "HoRrIble!" Ok?)

We then both died of an overly excessive, totally uncontrollable amount of laughter. Yes, it was a bad case.

And that is in fact, A Chandler.