My family only did stocking-sized gifts for one another this year, with the exception of the home-made gift exchange items. Sissy S, in Beijing, brought back these totally absurd iPhone covers for me and my guy (sadly, only I have an iPhone... his loss)- one of a creepy new smurf and one of Mario's face emblazoned on a red background, which smelled vaguely like green peppers. I promptly changed out my cover and wondered why everything I touched smelled like chemical-ish vegetables. And then it happened. It was in my pocket when I stepped into the restroom... Then, SPLOOSH.
Literally SPLASH, GRAB, AH!, TOWEL. It happened that fast. Flurried unbuttoned run into the kitchen, baggie full of rice, and 24 hours later I would check it. I got antsy and checked it 5 minutes later and noticed wet soggy rice was stuck in the charging port, so I used tiny paper towel and tweezers to soak out any water I could find. Rice submersion. 12 Hours later I gave it a check. Screen looked good, I could place a call, but, I couldn't hear my guy (he could hear me). Speakerphone was good. Well, not bad. That's why we purchase phone insurance- we can't keep nice things. Eh, a little while longer in the rice. Why not? 24 hours later and I skeptically checked again. Placed the call. "Hello?" I heard it. AHHHH!
Phone crap-outs are bad. Self-inflicted phone crap-outs are worse. Self-inflicted phone crap-outs of phones you actually like are totally the pits. But the miraculous resurrection was like a little Bonus Gift. And a testament to patience and faith in the wonders of rice.
And there you have it. The story of my Christmas Idiocy. Which has nothing to do with what I wore today.
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| Pants: Zara...Tee: J Crew Outlet...Sweater: thrifted...Shoes: Kenneth Cole Reaction via Piperlime |
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