So you are probably wondering why is the phone in a bag of rice. Funny story. I knew where my phone was on Friday evening, but on Saturday I couldn't find it and didn't bother to look for it. Saturday I went into one of my cleaning fits and then we went to the beach after. It was just a busy day and I didn't want to be bothered to look for my phone. Bryan was home and he had his.
On Sunday I remembered I had started a load of wash and went to change it and guess what I found??? My phone was in with a bunch of towels and blankets. I about died. I knew it was dead there was no way it would survive the washer. I must have been in such a hurry cleaning that it got mixed in with the wash. At least that is what I thought until yesterday.
Yesterday I was so upset with myself for not being more organized and knowing where things were at that I cleaned every room, shelf, and closet in our apartment. While I was getting things to put in the washer I came back to my half loaded washer to find this.
I think I might have had some help with the phone, but maybe not. No one will ever know since washer is not in Ari's vocabulary. She just knows that if there is a door you can put things in and shut it. Ari likes to help me clean and it is probably my fault with the washer because I let her put clothes in there and she didn't have clothes this time so it was my phone or her toys.
I almost forgot my phone worked as of yesterday, but the Verizon sales guy said to leave it in a bag of rice for 2-3 days. I guess we will see if it works tomorrow.