In Which I Washed My Phone

So for the last few days I have been pretty sick with a cough and cold, and finally today was feeling better. So much better that I got up off the couch and actually started on the pile of laundry I had growing on the bedroom floor.

And so, I threw all the clothes into the wash; I went on about my day, and then got ready to go out with some friends and the kids. When I went to call Mike and Beth, to let them know I was heading out to meet up, I realized what a blunder had occurred.

I can't find my phone. ANYWHERE.

I ripped the house apart looking, and with each overturned couch cushion and randomly moved item, a sinking feeling grew within me.

Yes, I washed my phone.

And not just a little wet either. By the time I realized what I had done, that load of laundry was well on its way to drying. In fact, it was on its second round in the dryer, since my dryer is dying and I haven't found a good spot(read I'm lazy) to hang my clothes line yet.

I'll have a new phone by this weekend, with my same number, but if you want me to be able to call you, then you'll need to call me, or shoot me an email with your number, because I don't have any of them anymore. They were saved in my phone. And no where else.

So, what is the lesson to be learned from this?

Laundry is evil and should never be done. And perhaps I just need to slow it down and stop with the crazy multitasking. Or at least remember to check my pockets along with the boy's pockets, when doing laundry. And to have a hard copy of all phone numbers so I can then call people and let them know my cell phone has been killed off by a washing machine, in the laundry room, with a gentle wash cycle.