This morning I decided to see if I could both amuse and disturb my husband simultaneously. I retrieved my days-old iPhone (3! G! S!) from the cabinet in the hallway where it had been charging all night (or, rather, since 1 a.m. when I'd finally willed myself to put the thing down and go to sleep). I set my sights on my target, walked into the kitchen and, cradling the phone, began to sing Peaches and Herb's "Reunited."

Mission accomplished.