Yesterday, Ross sent me an instant message saying that he had washed his pants, without checking his pockets. And, oops, his cellphone was washed and is ruined!
Today, Adam called to report that he had washed his pants without checking his pockets...and his cellphone was in it.
Is there some weird virus attacking the brains of my sons? And was Bonnie infected when both of her brothers were here last weekend? Will her cellphone be next?
Scary!
That is no fun. Our younger daughter has a curse around water with her cell phone. She drowned one in a ditch last year when she dumped the pick up into it, then dropped one this year into her bowl of oatmeal. Yikes. I feel your pain.
Posted by: Margaret | Sunday, June 01, 2008 at 07:00 PM