There's an app for that

I just recently entered iPhone world. And what a beautiful world it is.

I'm thinking of writing to the "Mac Daddy" and pitching this commercial...

Need your checking account balance at your fingertips...because you've been known to overspend a time or two? There's an app for that.

Social networking WHAT?! (Facebook unless you're living in '05 and still a myspacer) There's an app for that.

No sense of direction whatsoever? There's an app for that.

Don't consider yourself a gamer but can appreciate certain intellectual "activities" related to word play, while waiting in line at the Post Office perhaps? There's an app for that.

SHAZAM! 'nuf said.

Less than par bar tending skills due to serving experience limited to sailors? There's an app for that.

No sense of what's going on in your world or local news and feel embarrassed when you pretend to with coworkers, or just people who are smarter than you are? There's an app for that.

Christian and freakishly interested in Horoscopes, not admitting it out loud to fellow "believers" especially when you've worked with nuns in the past...who judged you for big hair, lack of a wedding ring, and your sinful amount of clothes? There's an app for that!

I will warn you about the one thing Daddy Mac (well, his techies) didn't think of when they were nerding out and creating this miracle...

Drop your iPhone at least once a day, sometimes even in bathroom stalls when you forget it's in your back pocket ?

Aw man!

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