So we had this scorching heat wave last week and were in the 100's for a couple days in a row. Well some cooler weather blew through with a big thunder and lightning display and buckets of terental rain. But because we sort of knew it was coming, my husband planned ahead and wore a full rain suit (pants and coat) to ride his bike to work. What he didn't expect is the rain to be so pounding that it soaked through the seems of his waterproof coat and completely soaked his phone that was in the waterproof pocket of his waterproof coat. (do you see where I am going with this?)
This is not the first phone that has been destroyed by water. His last one flew out of his pocket and into a toilet. ...Yeah eww. But he has been really careful with this one. Really there is no way that he could have prevented this from happening. He rides to work every day. Rain or shine and C'mon, we live in Portland so we get a lot more rain than we do shine.
So in short his phone is dead. Deader than dead. With his job he can't be without a phone. He was just approved for a company blackberry, but has not gotten it yet. Problem is, he has to go to Chicago for a week of training next week. In the meantime he has to use my phone.
My phone is great for me.
It's hot pink, has rhinestone flip-flop charm and plays a Steevie Wonder song for a ringtone. It is fabulous for me and any number of drag queens in the Portland metro area. Not so fabulous for my always in black, punk listenin to, nose in books I will never understand, definatly not girly husband.
The funniest part of this is that next week he is going to have to go through airport security and empty his pockets into that little tray. Where my super cute hot pink phone will be for all of the FSA folks to snark at.
Luckily he is totally comfortable in his skin and masculinity. Stuff like this doesn't really bother him. He will wave around his hot pink Barbie phone proudly and proclaim " at least I have a phone!"
And this is why I heart him so :)