I know what youʻre thinking ... eww.
And a millisecond later, I almost had a heart attack. Not really. Okay... maybe a little. And a half a millisecond later I grabbed it out. My phone was in the toilet for maybe a second at most.
Why did I have a heart attack?
Was it the loss of contacts... no... thatʻs what Facebook is for. I could replace those. Itʻs a bitch to replace ... but replaceable.
Was it the fact that I might have to get a new phone? Nope. Iʻm due for a new phone... and I am going to get one. My phone fell in a public toilet... OF COURSE Iʻm getting a new phone. No amount of clorox and disinfectant is going to make me feel safe around my toilet diving phone.
And I have everything backed up on iCloud and my computer. So there is no worry... right?
So why the drama? Why am I writing this much delayed and highly anticipated blog about my diseased iPhone?
Because... My Grandmothers voicemails. I hadnʻt recorded them and they donʻt automatically backup to anything. I got sick just thinking about all the time I had to record them and how I never did...
But my phone, though throughly disgusting, still works.
I have just listened to and recorded all 32 remaining voicemails from Grandma. Most of them are just her calling me to see how I am doing or to have me call her back.
Just hearing her again...
God, I miss my Grandma.
And so... Here is a little something for everyone. I donʻt think it is anyones Birthday today. Please bookmark this bloggy so that on your Birthday You can listen to it... again.
Happy Birthday EVERYONE.
Love, Aloha and Hugs,
Happy Nathaniel.
