I'm not quite sure why I tried to tuck my cell phone into the shoulder strap of my shirt while leaning over to clean the tub. The water was already on, filling up quickly. The sponge was in one hand and I needed my other hand to grip the tub while I scrubbed. My only problem was that free hand was not free at all, it was clutching my cell phone (You know, in case someone called I would have it right with me- I know, crazy). So, thinking it was a great idea, (I have done this often these days to carry my phone while transporting Joshua from room to room) I tucked it under my shirt strap and leaned over to start scrubbing. Plop! Death of a Cell Phone.
It didn't happen fast. No, it happened slow, teasing me. At first it was still working, so I wiped it off and set it aside to dry. I finished cleaning the tub. When I picked it up- the screen was black! But, the buttons still lit up. When Jeremy got home that night, he even got it to call his phone- I could live without a phone screen for a while. As tragic as it was, this morning, the cell phone was no more. No more screen. No more buttons lighting up. No more calls going out or coming in.
How attached am I to my cell phone? So much so that I almost had a panic attack when realizing it was gone. Not really, but I am realizing how attached to technology I am. Maybe I need a vacation?
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Tracy, I nearly had a panic attack like that when my digital camera stopped working! I couldn't imagine having to live without it for possibly weeks while it was being repaired. But then I came to my senses and read the owner's manual--fixing it was as simple as removing the battery and re-installing it! Anyway, I said all that to say I understand your dependence on technology. ;o)
Love,
Robyn
its ridiculous how quickly I got dependent on mine after years of holding out...
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