Dammit, Apple.

Apple has officially made my list. How can they call the contraption in my hand a phone when it will do everything but make and sustain a phone call?

It would almost be worth paying for a landline not to have to explain a dropped call to my very sweet grandmother once a week (or twice if it's a long conversation or I'm mobile on my mobile phone).

The apps were just awesome enough to keep Apple off my list until my friend, Brooke, also got an iPhone.

It has become nearly impossible for us to communicate, and, for this, Apple makes the list.

I was chomping at the bit to jump on the iPhone bandwagon (not camp-in-front-of-the-store [because I have a job] chomping, but can't-really-make-fun-of-the-guy-camping-in-front-of-the-store chomping).

Yes, I had heard about the dropped calls, but I do not enjoy talking on the phone anyway. So, win-win for me....until I got an iPhone and found out that I hate texting on it worse than I hate talking on the phone.

Blackberry getting Words With Friends is all I'm waiting on to un-convert.

Apple, you're on notice.