I have earned the reputation within my family of being hopelessly untechnical. I took so many digital pictures without a memory card in the camera that Herb finally broke down and bought me a camera that has one built-in.
When he got the new iPhone, he gave me his old HP iPac. I've been working away at figuring out how to use it. I managed to get the hang of texting over the weekend by practicing with Nathaniel. I was feeling pretty confident until today. I picked it up to check for messages, and I couldn't get it to respond. I took out the little stylus thing and poked away at every little menu item: nothing. I turned it off and back on and tried again: still nothing.
In desperation, I told Nathaniel that I needed help, the phone was not responding. He flipped open the plastic cover. . .ooops.