It’s not even funny. There’s a bag of rice on my counter, with a cursed little device in it. It’s going to stay in the bag for at least today, and possible tomorrow, depending on when I want to face it.

At this point, four phone fixes in, in a few short months, it’s embarrassing. I feel like I’m getting pay back for all those teenagers I judged in my years and years of no phone issues. Is the universe trying to tell me something, and I’m just not getting it? I mean come on.

Jena and I were out for a run. It was supposed to rain most of the night, there was a break (this is Florida) so we went for it. About half way through the flood gates let loose, we were drenched in minutes. My phone was in my belt, which is at the very least water resistant (I’ve rain in rain with it multiple times), but this was a torrential downpour and either direction we go we’re about the same distance from home. So on we go. About 8-10 minutes from home my phone cuts out and I dig it out of my belt and it’s swimming in water.

I thought lightening made me run fast (which by the way had not started yet), but a dead phone took the cake. I have never run so fast, we made it home and dripping water everywhere I threw my phone in rice. Neil patted it dry and resubmerged it and there it sits still. Taunting me.

The irony is (cause yes there’s more!) when buying cases I was debating between two highly recommended durable cases and opted for the one I got because it had good reviews for drops, and it has survived multiple drops! I didn’t get the waterproof one because so many reviews talked about how much of a hassle it was. It seemed to make the phone almost unusable, and I like to use my phone. So I said, out loud, well I’m not worried about water, and clicked buy on the other one.