I guess Day 69 in the badass journey is an appropriate day to feel completely upside down.

On Saturday night my drunk ass put my iPhone in the cup holder of my car. The cup holder had a glass of water sitting in it. The iPhone got half-way submerged into the water. (I was not driving!) I took it out quickly, wiped it off and forgot about it.

Everything was fine until I realized the phone would not charge on my car charger. I figured the car charger stopped working (Low expectations – I bought it at TJ Max). Turns out – it wouldn’t charge on the house plug either.

So, I didn’t realize the phone was affected by the water until half a day later when it completely died and there was nothing I could do to charge it up again.

So at this point, like any normal child from the late 80′s – my default solution was to wrap my mouth around the bottom of the phone and blow. Hard. Seemed logical – that’s what we did with our gray Nintendo games. If Super Mario Bros wouldn’t work – we’d take the game out, blow on it until we got light-headed – and put it back in — good to freakin’ go.

So, imagine my disappointment when, after a good blow, I still couldn’t get it turned on. (haha)

Did some research – googled other douchers who submerge their phones in water – turns out — sticking the iPhone in UNCOOKED rice actually may help the drying-out process (aaah, the opposite approach of blowing the bottom with my hot chicken tender breath).

three to four letters on each key AND it's not a touch screen - yet it mocked my iPhone as it sat in the rice

Meanwhile – I figured I was missing tens of calls… so I went to AT&T to buy a cheapy phone to use in the meantime. Their cheapest phone is $186.00.

So! I went to Wal-Mart (if you’ve read my blog post about how I feel about Family Dollar — Wal-Mart is only one or two steps above that place) to buy their cheapest phone.

$29!

The #’s stored on my iPhone didn’t transfer to my new little Samsung. I just got a text a few moments ago from a number I didn’t recognize who simply said, “TStorm, you should totally be Lady GaGa for Halloween” — I don’t even know who wrote that – and I kind of like the mystery. (Honestly, I wouldn’t recognize my own mother’s phone # – thanks to technology I haven’t had to remember a # or address since 1999)

To tap the night off – an even stranger and less predictable thing happened — I discovered MOLD on a brick of cheese in MY fridge. Anyone who knows me would tell you that TStorm would never let cheese get moldy – it’s the one thing that I buy frequently and eat most often. Maybe this means I’m growing up?

A sign I'm getting over my cheese addiction!

The food in the background of the picture is actually dog food… I lost their dog bowls last time I had them boarded — so they get to eat out of the family dishes now.