More on the last blog

So, I am just so damn lucky.  Danny bought me a new phone.  He went to the Sprint store, he dealt with all of the getting a new phone drama and he took Jacob.  All the while, I was getting my hair done.   Which was a gift from Danny as well.  So far, pretty sweet.
Now he picks out a super cool IPhone.  It is far fancier than I have ever had.  Danny gets all the basics set up for me.  Jacob pisses off Siri (the phone personality).  He says things like "poop" and "where can I dump a body?" and "what are you wearing?"  Siri thinks I am a perverted nutjob. 
Well, last night while I am busy in the family room, Danny and Jacob are in the kitchen.  As is my phone.  Jacob convinces Siri to call me "Poophead". 
So there is my brand new phone referring to me as "Poophead".  Jacob is giggling like a schoolgirl, Danny is trying to keep a straight face to no avail.  I am so embarrassed that I am now "Poophead" when I am obviously not.  Jacob, God love him...
So back to the part of yesterday's blog that I only touched on. 
It was after ten.  Danny had gotten Siri to call me "Anne" again.  He got some apps downloaded for me.  He tinkered with some settings.  I now have London time on the phone.  I like that.  I also have Words with Friends and Freecell.  I also go a new photo of Harlow that Danny took of her at the top of the stairs. 
What I didn't have was the last photo I ever took of Barron.  It was my wallpaper on my old phone.  It is stuck to my locker at work.  It is on the shelf in the living room.  It is taken as he breathed his last breathe.  I keep it so near me because it is a reminder of what love ought to look like.  And as I type this, I cry.
So there was my best friend, trying to figure out how to get a picture of my other best friend.  Danny had to fire up his computer, find the adapter for the tiny SD card, download the SD card stuff onto his computer and then somehow upload it to my phone.  From there he had to set it as my wallpaper.  He did all this on his last night off from work while he really wanted to be drinking a beer in the hottub while snow fell around him. 
I didn't even have to ask him to do this for me.  He just gets me, ya know. 
And now, as I try to find a closing to this blog, Jacob is saying "poop" to Siri, again.  Siri is not having any of his nonsense.  And that is a topic for another blog.