cell phone

if there is ever a nuclear holocaust, only two things will remain: cockroaches and my cell phone. Yesterday I was fishing with Todd and I dropped my cell phone into Carter lake.

After retrieving it, and the battery which had bounced off as it hit a rock on its way into the water, I put it in my pocket, sure I would never again bask in the cool glow of the back-lit display.

I was wrong. This morning I put the battery back on, turned on the power, and it came to life. All my settings are still intact and it works fine so far.

This is not the first time my phone has survived something it should not have. The second day I had it, Emma stepped on it accidentally and cracked the screen cover -- seen lying in 2 pieces in the foreground. It has been dropped more times than I can count, and I've had to retrieve the battery from somewhere nearly impossible-to-reach more than once.

I do wish it would die so I could get a new one. Right now since the screen cover came off I have it in a ziplock bag to keep the screen from getting all manner of crud on it.

It is truly ghetto.