Josh is home. Thank God. He made it just in the nick of time, in that little window between frustrated and full blown crazy.
The day before yesterday, Dex was being his usual charming self and dipped my phone in the bathtub. This is not just any phone, people. It is a Moto Q. I know I have mentioned it before and it is because I LOVE MY PHONE. It is everything you could want in a phone and pda. Needless to say, the bathtub dip was not good for the phone. I took it apart, and dried it out as best I could. But after that, everytime I put the battery in it vibrated. Endlessly. And the screen flashed on and off. And then it died completely. I accepted my fate. I shed a few tears of loss for my phone. I watched sadly as the screen fogged up. And I started pricing new phones.
On some whim I decided to try to turn it on last night. And it works!! It is a miracle! Call the Pope! Seester said she knew that it would work again because she has dropped her phone in water, spilled water on it, annnnnnnnnd dropped in a glass of beer. A glass of beer? Statistically speaking, what are the odds that you would not only drop your phone, but also that it would land in a beer? Only you, Michelle. But I am glad you were right.
Less than two weeks until my vacation. :D