She never stood a chance.

This is a tribute to my poor Lil iPhone.  

You may remember her tragic fall as mentioned in this post.

Here is her dramatic story.

She is now in critical condition.

Scene 1: Dark, stormy Sunday night.  I am driving to pick up Mr. from his rotation.  My driver's side windshield wiper is on the fritz, so I drive about 2 miles leaning to the right.  When I arrive at the hospital, I pull under the Emergency overhang and jump out to fix the misbehaving windshield wiper.  5 frustrating minutes later, I grab Lil iPhone and send a quick text to let Mr know that I'm there.  (and cue fatal mistake)--->I set her on the windshield to continue pretending to be Mrs. Fix-It.<----- Mr walks out of the doors at the same time that an ambulance pulls up wailing behind me.  We jump in the car to get out of the way, jimmy-rig the windshield, and drive off.  We drive all the way back home, and as I turn onto our street, a HUGE branch the size of a small tree attacks our car.  Mr rescues us by untangling the tree from the car and hurling it across the street a la

We finally make it home, I start packing our lunches for the next day (I even made a double-decker sandwich as a treat for Mr, because he worked until 11pm that night and had to be back by 5am the next morning), when I realize that Lil iPhone is nowhere to be found.  I search for her high and low...call her...nothing.  Oh NO.  I must have left her on the windshield!

I tell Mr, and he immediately puts on his boots.  We're gonna find her.

Still raining.  Still dark.  We're driving approximately 2.5mph on a major roadway.  Caution lights flashing.  Nothing.  There was a false alarm in the middle of an intersection. (Yes, we pulled a U-ey for a restaurant pager/coaster/thingy.)  The whole way back, and still nothing.  I pictured a scary man surfing the internet on Lil iPhone and could've cried!  I immediately changed every password I have, just in case, and tried to sleep.

Scene 2: Dark, stormy Monday morning.  Drove those sad 2 miles again when I dropped Mr off at the hospital.  I figured it'd be another chance to search the roads.  Still nothing.  When the sun came up, I figured it was Lil iPhone's last chance.  Little Miss asked for a ride to school since I was headed that way, so it was another excuse to search the roads.  We pulled up to the intersection of the tree/branch attack and THERE SHE IS.  Stripped bare (her case was lying 2 feet from her) in a puddle of rain and gravel.  I squeal, jump out of the car and scoop her up!  SAVED!

Scene 3:  After consulting many iPhone "Dr's" online, we shook her out, took the hairdryer to her, and she is now in the Rice-C-U. (I.C.U. for waterlogged iPhones).  The iPhone Drs said to wrap in pantyhose and place in a ziplock baggy full of rice.  It doesn't really matter, but I couldn't find any pantyhose.  So (wince) she's currently wrapped in a pair of lacy panties, covered in brown rice, sealed in a ziplock baggy, balancing precariously near a lamp.

Weirdest part is.  She still actually works.  I know.  What a trooper! ;)  Needless to say, I'll be driving to the nearest apple store ASAP!

& I've been researching water-proof, smash-proof iPhone cases like this one.