My phone is in a bag of rice. I agreed to help Tasha with a couch today. When we got to the house to pick it up i leaned out the car door to get out and my phone fell into a puddle. We got it into a bag of rice as quickly as possible, but it is an inconvenience. The couch was heavy so we had to get a dolly from U-Haul and even with that it was a pain in the butt to get it up two flights of stairs. It got to when it needed to go, so I successfully helped. When I was out the missionaries texted me (phone in rice) and came by the house (Summer of Service) so they missed me. Now I am having a beer just because. Sigh.
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