I think the Greater Cincinnati Metropolitan Area is bad luck for me. If you're a reader of the past five months I think you'll know what I mean, from the falling magazine that left a mark that still hasn't gone away to the Two Flat Tires episode. I've given up on mentioning the traffic jams, and I didn't blog about the accident that closed the interstate I was on (even though I got a lot of knitting done). Here's the latest evidence:
It's my cell phone (sans SIM card and battery) baking at a low temperature in my toaster oven.
I dropped it in a toilet.
I have ordered a new one, but even with overnight shippping, it won't be here until Tuesday seeing as how this is a weekend and all.
Should you ever be so unfortunate as to drop your cell phone in a body of water, turn it off and take it apart and dry it before you try to see if it works. I was away from the internet and this handy tip when the accident happened, and I probably ruined it by trying to get it to work.
So, if you're expecting a long distance call from me, or a text message, or anything of that nature, you can start breathing again. And if you're my sister, please don't go into labor until I have the new phone, 'k? Thanks.
[Edit: here's a link to the cell-phone saving directions I found and am following.]