Cell phone plus water equals bad

Yesterday was the last day Chelsea will ever get to borrow my cell phone.

We pretty much cancelled our home phone and are living off of our cell phones these days. That means whenever one of us needs to make a call, we just reach for the nearest cell phone and go.

We were at La Madeleine last night, enjoying a nice French-ish cuisine dinner, when Chelsea takes my phone and runs to the restroom. “I just need to call Mom real quick,” she says.

Long story short, when she was washing her hands, she accidentally knocked my prized Treo 650 into a sink full of water.

Now I don’t know if they make waterproof cell phones, but evidently the Treo 650 is not one of them. I rushed the poor little guy to the Cingular store, and there was nothing that could be done to save him.
So if Chel needs to make a call now, she’s on her own!