What happens when you combine those three things?
Disaster, pretty much. Except this story has a (mostly) happy ending.
My white iPhone 3GS is attached to my hip most of the time. We don’t have a land line any more so it’s the only way for someone to get in touch. When I’m at home, I typically keep it in my pocket or on a table nearby so I can hear it ring. And I MAY or MAY NOT tweet from it some throughout the day.
Anyway, last Wednesday the kids were home with me. Big Roo’s trouble-making antics were in full swing. The kid can’t seem to leave his little bro alone. It wasn’t even 9 am and he’d already been in time out once or twice.
We all wandered into the kitchen to watch the yellow finches devour the food in our bird feeder. It’s a daily source of amusement for them (and me too). Right below that window is our dog Trajan’s water bowl.
You can see where I’m going with this.
The next 30 seconds went something like this…
Big Roo grabs Little Roo’s head and pushes it into the window. It wasn’t hard by any means but enough to tick me off.
I pick him up and carry him upstairs for a time out (too fed up with the antics already that morning so I carried him… that way I didn’t have to argue with him to get upstairs).
I pretty much carried him up, sat him in his room and ran downstairs. 15 seconds for that, tops.
I came back to a sight that made me gasp aloud.
Little Roo. iPhone in hand. In front of the water bowl.
Dipping my beloved iPhone in the dog’s water.
I scrambled over there and snatched it from his hand. Poor dude didn’t have a clue what he just did. It was just like his water table… but more fun!
I tried to salvage it by sitting it in rice to pull out the water but I knew it was a goner. That phone actually had its problems before this. In fact, it wasn’t exactly sealed all the way around since my hubby had to replace the battery and pretty much move the entire insides around to do it.
I knew the phone was toast.
I called the hubby from Skype to tell him what happened and we talked strategy for saving it.
Luckily for me, it would turn on but you couldn’t see the screen. So I synced one last time.
After some discussion, we decided to suck it up and get me a new, shiny iPhone 4. A white one, at that.
That night after work, before we could talk ourselves out of a cheaper option, we headed out to the AT&T store.
So, here’s my old phone:
And here’s my new shiny one (but a sucky picture, I admit):
And this post wouldn’t be complete without the offender, Little Roo (who also happens to be a peach stealer too as you can see):
I got a new shiny white iPhone out of it so I guess it wasn’t half bad. We even got a free Microcell at boost our signal at home. It’s just the money spent that stings. Even then, we were at the end of the contract so it was close to upgrade time anyway.
I guess you could say it was a mostly happy ending after all.