In a panic to not let a stain set in my jeans I treated them with Tide and then threw them into the already in-use washing machine. What did I find when I went to do another load the next day? Our cell phone. In the washing machine. I don't do things like this! I have yelled that about 4 times since then. I opened it up, took out the battery, and laid it in front of the stove for the last two days. I pushed the power button this morning and the lovely little gadget started right up! YAY.
I bet in the next few days we'll see a comment from my mom saying that she was the first person I called. She's right. She's free to call because it's Verizon to Verizon. The only other person who I know that has Verizon would have been at work at that time. As a teacher. Unable to answer her phone. That had nothing to do with the choice to call my mom though, I promise.
