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So, yesterday I was cleaning the upstairs bathroom, when my cell phone slipped out of my sweatshirt's front poach and lands right into the toilet. Seriously, it was like seeing your child drowning, or that's what one would think if they heard me after it happened. Now, after my cursing and having sudden fits of crying, I seeked solance in the fact that I could maybe blow dry it. So I whipped out the blow dryer... to no avail. This was before I realized that I could just switch my service back to my old phone, (this realization would have certainly served me better sooner, than later). I liked my old phone better anyway. It has the "Message in a Bottle" ringtone on it that makes me happy(and the $7 reduction on the monthly bill!)
At least I had just cleaned the toilet bowl.
At least I had just cleaned the toilet bowl.