Loads of fun... (insert fake-ass smile here).
No, but really, I learned a lot of cool stuff and took more notes in two days than I have in the past nine years. Anywho. Friday evening, I thought I'd reward myself with a glass of wine and a bubble bath. Like the good blogger I am, I had to document this event with a picture. Once I took the picture, I texted it to one of my best bloggy friends, Kathy. In my attempt to return my iPhone to the counter, it slipped out of my hand and dropped right down into my gloriously bubbly bathwater.
Apparently I have the reflexes of a cat and snatched my phone right back out and dried it off. My phone seemed to be ok, but I wasn't going to take any chances. I called to my husband to bring me that random bag of rice from the pantry and a tupperware container.
After a few hours of the rice treatment, I checked my phone's vitals, and it's still seemed to be doing just fine. Still not entirely positive we were out of the clear, I told my phone it had to spend the night in the rice bowl.