Royal Phone Destroyed

Yes, it can even happen to a Princess such as myself. The Royal cell phone has been destroyed. Not by the Royal Mutts even. By my own, yes, my own stupidity. Who knew that after using the toilet one can lose their phone by cinching up one's pants? I stood up, heard a strange sound, looked and saw a beautiful aqua colored gem awaiting my rescue in the VERY bottom of the toilet.

I was mortified, yelling and screaming, which quickly turned into sobs. I reached in and grabbed it, but it was awful! I cringe just writing about it. Then the thought of saving it came to mind; after all, this was a rescue mission. So I quickly rinsed it and popped the battery out of it. My dear prince came to see what the commotion was about and he quickly got out some bleach wipes and started disinfecting it. Then changed his mind and was about to toss it, and once again I had to save it.

It is me, or do our cell phones take on persona's of their very own. It was as if I was trying to save a wee little life, with photos, and contacts. OMG, my contacts, I hope those are retrievable. Ahhh.....the torture of it all. I must stop.

To finish this little saga, the phone was releasing droplets throughout the night and by morning a little puddle of toilet water sat upon the butcher block (yes, another item to disinfect) and the phone had some life. Yet when trying to dial, the numbers would not appear on the screen in order. Now, 48 hours later, it is completely dead. We are in morning, and I will have to confess my sin to the man behind the kiosk at the mall.

The trials and tribulations of being an Up River Princess.

Next time: A skin care product review and an update on the Quest to shed pounds.

Ta-ta,
Up River Princess
Western Washington