Saturday, March 3 2012. A day that will live in infamy. We were celebrating March birthdays with the Freedberg family so I had gotten up early to make my dish to pass: blanched green beans tosses with sesame oil, a wee bit of fish sauce and sesame seeds. I was all sorts of productive, making food, coffee and picking up the house.
When it came time to wake the boys, I roused them and then brought Henry down for breakfast. And here I made my first mistake: I left both my coffee mug and my cell phone on a low lying table. And I quickly made mistake number two: I put Henry down while I made his food. Henry immediately dashed off. Three minutes later, I entered the living room bearing oatmeal, yogurt and fruity goodness. He was holding my phone above said coffee cup. Leaping forward, I snatched the phone, thinking I had gotten there just in time. Oh, foolish mommy. I had arrived in time to prevent additional dunkings. It was already dripping with coffee and cream.
I took it apart, wiped it down and plunged it into a bowl of rice, hoping for the best. After two days, it would still only turn on and give me a white screen of death, against which faint shadows of what I can only assume was internal bleeding could be seen. I gave up. Reviewing my contract online, I discovered that immersion in food or liquid was specifically not covered by my extended warranty. Sad face. So, I transferred a discount Todd's line had to mine and ordered my certified pre-owned Samsung flip phone. When that arrived, I discovered the brilliant minds of Verizon had packed the wrong battery. Le sigh. After driving to three different stores and much waiting, I had a working phone again. And the village rejoiced.
But the saga continues. The other day, Todd grabbed my poor deceased phone from my purse, not realizing it was the dead one, and turned it on. I handed him the new one to place his call and promptly forgot all about it. Until, that is, this morning. As I got ready for work this morning, I heard a cell phone alarm going off. Picked up mine, nope. It was my previously deceased phone, somehow resurrected. The screen was functioning and everything. So, it turns out, my phone is a witch.
