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.: 5.30.2008 

It's Official

My phone is dead, dead, dead.

You see, I had it in the pocket of my jeans last Wednesday when I was off from work and running around trying to get things ready and packed for our trip to Wrockstock. One of the last things I did was laundry, which included the outfit I had onthat day. It included the jeans I had been wearing, the very jeans with the phone in a pocket. I don't normally keep things in my pockets, so I'm not very good at remembering to check my pockets before washing. I've washed a lot of things over the years: wallets, money, kleenex, concert tickets, and other things. Things like my cell phone.

We took it apart and let it dry while we were at Wrockstock. When we came back, it seemed to be mostly ok, though the "call" button and the 3 on my keypad were not working. I got get calls, and, if I knew the number (and it didn't have a 3) or if the number was in my call history, I could make calls.

Until the battery crapped out.

When I plugged it in, it started to charge and showed me all the pretty "Hi, I'm charging!" pictures, but then, about 15 minutes later, it went black and refused to play.

Luckily I qualify for a free new one on Monday. Now, doancha know I saved all my contacts to my phone rather than to my sim card because I could put more detailed info in my phone. I knew this was a risky move, so I had started Bluetoothing my contacts over to my computer for backup, but since it had to be done one at a time it was taking for. ev. er. I got from A to G, but H to Z is lost, as well as any numbers I might have added since January 30, 2008.

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thus proclaimeth the Zabet  11:27 AM   2 comment(s)

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Well lemme know if you need my number again. I KNOW you are lost without it LOL

By Blogger KellyD, at 5:43 PM  

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