At least I Won’t Starve

An update because I know you all care.

There are hazards with having no front teeth.  As you remember from the events of this weekend, Sassy has now lost both of her front teeth.  The troubles as far as she is concerned is the inability to eat barbecue ribs, corn on the cob and whistle.  However, as her parent and someone who talks to her a lot, the real problem, at least for the innocent bystanders, is the spitting.  If she can’t learn to control her saliva, I’m going to start wearing one of those dentist spit guards.

Another byproduct of Sassy’s teeth coming out, was the early demise of my brand new Blackberry.  There was much moaning and gnashing of teeth and whining after I pulled it from the bathtub.  I immediately took it apart and applied the hair dryer to it on a low heat setting.  I put it back together several times and tried to turn it on, but nothing happened.  My Honey blew it out with a can of compressed air, getting out quite a bit more water, and still nothing.  I got on the Internet to see what kind of advice I could get and the first thing I see:  Do not use the hair dryer on it.  Great.  The second bit of advice: DO NOT turn it back on for 48 – 72 hours.  Freaking great. 

So I’ve committed the two cardinal sins of resuscitating a phone after a drowning.  My uncle and the Internet suggested that I take it apart and put it in a bowl of dried rice.  Apparently the rice helps soak up the water.  I walked by the little grave site several times an hour and paid my respects.  I sang southern bible hymns such as Swing Low Sweet Chariot and No Body Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen.  I whispered into the bowl of rice, “Don’t go into the light!”  As much as I wanted to, I did not try to turn it back on again. 

This morning I’m proud to say that when I walked by the little bowl of Uncle Ben’s I saw it’s little red head poking out and realized that I could try turning it on again.  This was an excellent sign.  It meant that I had successfully navigated through several stages of grief.

1. Denial.  The phone is fine.  It’ll be fine.  Mommy’s not mad.

2. Anger.  Dammit! Why didn’t I buy phone insurance. $&^*&#!&%^$&

3. Bargaining.  Take me. I promise I won’t play anymore Brick Breaker if you’ll just let me have one more day. 

4. Depression: Why is it always me? WAAAAAAAAAAAAA. 

5. Acceptance.  Oh yeah.  I wonder if it’ll turn on.

So I put it back together and hit the button and walked away so it could power on or not.  I knew that it was working because I could hear a choir of angels singing all the way from the back of the house. 

Obviously, I am very excited.  And the added bonus, whenever I take the back cover off and remove the battery, rice falls out.