I have maintained a very close relationship with my electronic connection to the world (my cell phone) since first obtaining one in 2002. Seven years under my belt I felt a certain pride in that most of my cellphone deaths were not completely my fault. I lost a cell phone to baby slobber when I first started nannying. Another in a rainstorm. Oh, that is an unfortunate consistency. I lost some simply because they were for work and no longer needed. I lost others because the phones were old and were well beyond needing to be replaced.
My current phone is my least favorite of all phones. It was a daily irritant, however, it was mine. It was highly allergic to water, a fact I learned the hard way last summer when the little H man sprayed me down with water. However it revived itself and I tried to treat it carefully, and love it despite it's faults. But today, today I failed. I joined the masses of cellphone addicts who have committed unintentional cellphone slaughter. I dropped my cellphone in the toilet. Death by toilet water. I hang my head in shame.
i too have lost many 'a cell phone over the years . . . and one of the first times my cell phone died, it was because it fell . . . or jumped into the toilet . . . however, i wasn't the one who dropped it . . . ha, i had lent it to a friend during school (yes high school) and she accidentally dropped it . . . *sighs*
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