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When Our kids entered Middle school one of the rites of passage for them was a cell phone. When my daughter got her cell phone she spent the rest of the day texting friends.
It hasn't stopped since.
People, it's out of control.
When we go to the store...there she is with the cell phone.
When we go to the supermarket the phone in her hand is like some weird extension of her body.
When we are in the car...every two seconds there is the all too familiar buzz buzz buzz of yet another message coming in.
There have been times my dear sweet bloggy friends that I have felt like grabbing the cell phone mid-buzz and flinging it out the car window.
I have visions of yanking the cell phone out of her hands and stomping on it until it becomes a pile of shattered unrecognizable junk.
Her Father and I got her the phone so she could call US in case of emergency. Instead she seems to answer everyone else's texts promptly except mine....well that is until I or her Dad send This text......
"J, If you don't contact us within the next 5 minutes we will call the phone company and have your phone shut off!"
In this day and age a phone is a must...Lordie how the heck did we survive without one!
One day as the click click click of her fingers raced to send the upteenth text that minute. I looked in the distance and in my fantasy I was throwing the cell phone off a cliff.
Later that day I noticed that my Daughter had placed her phone in a bowl of rice.
"Why is that there?" I asked
"I accidentally dropped my phone in water, it stopped working, and I am trying to dry it out." was her answer. Seems like placing a wet phone in rice will help dry it out quicker.
"How long will that take?"
"I don't know. I just hope it works."
"Hmmmm" was all I said. As soon as she left the room I kind of did this....
the wicked phone
the phone is dead.
Ding Dong the wicked phone is dead!
I couldn't help it. I felt like I should have been skipping down a yellow brick road carrying a tiny dog.
I wanted to sing it from the mountain tops!
The phone was dead and I was thrilled.
God was giving me a well needed gift and I was GRATEFUL!
But as all good things come to an end, so did my time of Joy
Just a mere 36 hours later...The phone was working again
Which brings me to this question.....
Do you think my daughter would believe it If I said...
"Gee J, I have no idea how your phone ended up in the dishwasher."