Zac threw my cell phone into the bathtub yesterday. Katie rescued it from the drink, but not in time to save it.
Driving into town today to buy a new phone, my van started overheating on the freeway, and I ended up at Lex Brodie's. Mom rescued me, and took me back to work. But half an hour later, Jen called. Her car died en route to pick up Katie from school. She ended up at Midas, and again, mom to the rescue. Sheesh.
At least I eventually got a new phone. And yes, it's one of those phones. (D'oh. You get what you pay for. Maybe this moblogging service works better?)