i actually have a couple of pitiful stories i could tell, but let me tell this one: m and i went out this evening to shovel the precipitation, which can best be described as a dirt-flavored sno-cone big enough for a giant, out of the mouth of our hideous driveway. we had one shovel for scooping and one for hacking at the icy spots. i was manning (womanning, actually) the metal, hacking shovel, and to get at the enormous mound of sno-cone, i perched atop a mountain of "snow" aside the driveway. a car came by, speeding to catch the green light, and hit this huge puddle at just the right angle, drenching both m and me with what felt like five gallons of icy water. from our heads down to our feet. the water hit me in such a way that it splashed merrily into the pocket of my coat, filling it, and KILLING THE CELLPHONE WITHIN.
hence, no photographs will be included with this pitiful story. if you'd like to call and commiserate, try my land line.
i am keeping in mind the time my bruddy washed his cellphone in the washing machine (uh, actually it was my washing machine, and i may be blocking out the part where it was my fault, too), and the cellphone lived. i have my fingers crossed. meanwhile, i am consoling myself with katamari and some peanut butter-fudge brownies i just baked.