Woo. Dance party in the kitchen as my phone came back to life like the Bride of Frankenstein after thirty hours under rice. I think the Apple battery case saved it's life and the only casualty seems to be a slightly blown speaker, but only slightly. Lochlan says it sounds like 'mild vinyl' (I love that he described the sound like that) and that I'll never notice it and if I do, it's akin to playing a record softly so I'm good to go.
The battery case will be vetted by him after another week under. He said it's lithium (HA) so he wants to be sure before he lets me put it back on the phone. Otherwise, he said, it could turn into an IED and we don't want that.
No. No, we don't want that.
Welcome back old friend. I love my phone. I hate technology but I really love my phone.
Daniel and I had a fun dance party though. PJ watched and asked what kind of party it would have been if the phone hadn't powered up at all.
A sad sad Poor Bridget pity party.
Bridge, if you need a phone, I'll buy you a phone.
(At last count, I had nine offers similar to that in less than those thirty hours I waited out that phone).
I'm good. It's back. See?
But the 7 is waterproof, PJ says with a wink.
I stop dancing. Seriously?
