Horrible thing happened last night while bathing the little mister. I was scrubbing him all up when suddenly..."plop." I thought one of the toys had fallen off the side of the tub. Worse, much, much, worse. It was my Droid. Ugh. It gives me the willies just thinking about it. I scooped it up and dried it off. Turned it on. It was working. Thank goodness I thought. Soon I began to notice some small hmmmmm....bleeps, I will call them. I pretended to not notice, but soon the screen fogged up and everything stopped. I took it all apart and placed the pieces in a jar of rice as I heard that rice will suck the moisture out. This morning....nothing. Dead. As. A. Door. Nail.
Panic attack. Seriously I was beside myself. What was I going to do? That Droid held all my stuff. My life. What was I to do? We don't have a land line. When Todd came home and noticed my complete insanity he quickly ran to Verizon to try to remedy the situation. Of course it would cost nearly $500 to replace my beloved Droid. So, in the end I found myself holding my old un-smart flip phone, complete with princess stickers. Still frazzled, my super sweet man bought a Droid for me on Ebay and I have only to wait a couple days for delivery.
Moral of the story....never, and I mean never, bathe your children with a smart phone in your pocket.
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