Nic Narrates

I think my Pearl heard I was shopping the iPhone because it bit it this morning. Actually, it wound up bathing in coffee and now smells like hazelnut. Which at the time smelled good, but now is making me gag and feel all sticky and stuff.

This of course means I’ve spent most of the day overreacting; googling how to fix a wet phone, trolling my phone records to track down my mom’s number so she doesn’t freak out when I don’t call her back IMMEDIATELY, and generally complaining to everyone within earshot.

The deceased is currently resting on a pile of silicone thingies that you aren’t supposed to eat and which come in shoe boxes (thank you zappos). At last look, the phone still won’t dial out and only seems to register the number 4 key.

I’m thinking this is the Universe telling me very clearly that it’s time for me to a) get a new phone already, jeez; and b) lose quite a few of those old numbers.

Filed under: crash and burn, going postal, is janky the same thing as wonky?, must be a sign, shoes, so what if i scream? by Nic