Well, I finally read enough bits on the intarweb to figure out that my phone was not quite as busted as I thought. Now I have my custom ringtone that I stole, er, found on the web. My sister BOUGHT a ringtone and now she thinks she’s the “Genius of Love.” Funny thing is, my ex also had that ringtone. (I found that out when I had to give her a ride 30+ miles out of town AFTER we broke up. Oh, well. At least she bought me lunch.)

Now for my next trick: wait patiently for my MacBook Pro (hah!)