A Festivus Miracle!

Last night, something disasterous and kind of disgusting happened. I was coming home from a lovely night out and i decided to stop in teh bathroom before going down the hall to my room. i had my bookbag and everything with me. Basically, I put my cell phone on top of the toilet paper holder, and while i was leaving, my bookbag knocked into it and it fell into the (clean) toilet. it was the worst thing ever. after a moment of shock i just reached in and rescued it. i think i kind of understand what its like to have a child and have to rescue your child from some perilous situation. you don't think about it, you just reach in and go. after i had retrieved the phone, i realized what i had done, and spent the next five minutes intensely washing my hand and attempting to sterilize the phone. however, it all seemed to be in vain. the phone wouldn't turn on and wouldn't recieve calls. i went to bed last night feeling very sad indeed.

this morning when i woke up, i used my room phone to call my dad to "inquire" about cell phone insurance so i could get a replacement. i didn't actually test the cell again before calling. i got the number for customer service, and spent a lot of time talking to their representative and eventually the insurance company representative. after a while, the insurance guy asked me to try to turn my phone on, so i did.

and it worked!

i was stunned. it came back from the dead, like a popular soap opera character who we just don't want to see leave. it was a festivus miracle! of course, this put quite the damper on our careful discussions about getting the new phone. after much discussion and a cell phone call to my dad, we decided to get the new phone anyway. apparently my dad has some software that will let me transfer all of the stuff on my phone to the computer and then back to the new phone. seriously, though, it was quite a morning.

now, was that a miracle or a freak occurance?