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Tuesday morning, Nick asked me if I'd seen his cell phone. I hadn't- but the fact that he didn't know where it was explained why he hadn't answered when I called on Monday. I mentioned that fact and he said "Did it go to voicemail?" I said, no, it rang first. He had just tried calling his cell phone in an attempt to locate it and it had gone directly to voicemail.

Have you ever been given a peice of information and after a few seconds of your brain processing it- a small pit forms in your stomach?

I had washed Nick's outside work jeans the previous afternoon. Because Rachel woke up from her nap before I threw them in the dryer, they were still in the washer. Guess what else was in the washer. Did you know that you can't wash a cell phone? I must have missed that section in the laundry section of the Martha Stewart Handbook.

The good news is that it has been a few years since we've gotten new cell phones and according to Verizon, we were eligible for an upgrade.

This is not the first time that I have washed an electronic item. Last time it was my MP3 player (a much loved gift from Nick Christmas 2006). It was strawberry season. I was in what felt like my 10th year of pregnancy. I had orders for pre-picked strawberries coming out of my ears. (Why pick them yourself when you can have the incredibly pregnant lady do it for you?). Before I went out to pick berries, I had washed a load of clothes and went to put them in the dryer. When I turned on the dryer, something was making the most obnoxious racket. Upon investigation, my heart sank... it was my MP3 player. Drat. My first thought was that I would have to pick strawberries without music to listen to. My second thought was that it was a long way until Christmas and my birthday before I could request a new one. Double drat.

Rather than tell Nick that my MP3 player is apparently not waterproof, I got online. After all, I didn't want him to think that I was so careless as to leave it in my pocket and wash it. Turns out, I could replace it for $25... a couple of clicks and it was in the mail! Fast forward a few days...It was a Saturday afternoon. Nick was working around the house and who should pull up but Mr. FedEX. Of course, Nick then asked what I had purchased. DARN FedEx guy and his ill-timed deliveries. I was THIS close to an exact replacement without anyone being the wiser.

This time it was still me doing the washing...but it was someone else leaving something in the pockets.

Moral of the story: Always Check ALL Pockets prior to washing laundry.