Quoting my husband:
Putting the most positive spin possible on the morning's events, at least I came through my mishap -- an absolutely ungraceful flight from my bike into a drainage
ditch -- with no broken bones or major lacerations. And hey, I rode 22 miles today. All you Tour de Francers beware. I'm in it to win it. (Or some such competitive cliché.)
As for Tim's phone, we made a quick, desperate call to our friend Tom, who confirmed what we'd immediately scrambled to learn online from the hordes of others who've unceremoniously immersed their phones in bathtubs, toilets, sinks, bodies of water and, in at least one sad case, a pitcher of beer -- whatever you do, DON'T TURN ON THE PHONE. Instead, we took out the battery, dunked the phone in rubbing alcohol (advice from those helpful hordes who blog their techie tips), dried it off and left it to air out for a few days. We've opted to assist the air drying by submerging the phone in a bowl of rice, which would theoretically absorb moisture. This all seems to come from some theoretical fairyland, in which I might also be encouraged to flit around a golf course holding a giant metal umbrella during a severe thunderstorm. Naked. Singing "If I Only Had a Brain."
Let's start a pool: Predict what happens on Wednesday when we push the power button.
Oh joyous day. It isn't even noon and already Amy has crashed her bike and I've run my cell phone through the washing machine.
Putting the most positive spin possible on the morning's events, at least I came through my mishap -- an absolutely ungraceful flight from my bike into a drainage
ditch -- with no broken bones or major lacerations. And hey, I rode 22 miles today. All you Tour de Francers beware. I'm in it to win it. (Or some such competitive cliché.)
As for Tim's phone, we made a quick, desperate call to our friend Tom, who confirmed what we'd immediately scrambled to learn online from the hordes of others who've unceremoniously immersed their phones in bathtubs, toilets, sinks, bodies of water and, in at least one sad case, a pitcher of beer -- whatever you do, DON'T TURN ON THE PHONE. Instead, we took out the battery, dunked the phone in rubbing alcohol (advice from those helpful hordes who blog their techie tips), dried it off and left it to air out for a few days. We've opted to assist the air drying by submerging the phone in a bowl of rice, which would theoretically absorb moisture. This all seems to come from some theoretical fairyland, in which I might also be encouraged to flit around a golf course holding a giant metal umbrella during a severe thunderstorm. Naked. Singing "If I Only Had a Brain."Let's start a pool: Predict what happens on Wednesday when we push the power button.
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Don't know how different all the cell phones out there are on this matter but I predict a new phone is in Tim's future!