Monday, January 29, 2007

Check out my new digs

This morning, I commited what may be considered a cardinal sin for someone who is married to a gadget geek. I washed the spousal unit's cell phone.

This is not your run-of-the-mill phone, mind you. It's a smart phone. It's the one phone he could find out there with some PDA functionality in a flip style. It's interface is Windows. The spousal unit can easily check his gmail on it. Well, perhaps I should make that a past tense could check his gmail on it.

Here's a pic of the beauty. The spousal unit dubbed it The Batphone and even downloaded the old Batman show theme song for his ringtone.

It's drying in a window as I type. Please pray for my safe return to the human house, my blogosphere buddies. This puppy will cost a mint to replace if I can't manage to revive it.

UPDATE: It lives! The spousal unit put the battery back in and charged up this morning. No harm, no foul. Phew!!!


Malnurtured Snay said...

As in "washed it through the laundry machine"? Good luck!

Slave to the dogs said...

Yep snay, the laundry. I'm really lucky it survived.

justacoolcat said...

I may have proclaimed "I own this city!" at the top of my lungs and then fell into a fountain a few summers back and had a similar phone experience.

I was so happy when it dried out and worked.

Except for the hangover.

Slave to the dogs said...

well cat, at least you can blame your snafu on being drunk. I had no such excuse. Unless one counts the daze one goes into when sorting piles of laundry as an altered state.