The Toilet, Taps & Surprises...

so, as I was preparing to make a late night trek down south with my oldest sister, I decided to make the standard stop to the rest room just before heading out, because I hate to stop for anything other than gas or rest. Somehow, my iPod must have decided that my bathroom stop would be the best shot at freedom...sploosh...right in the toilet. Fortunately, I hadn't started or anything, but still.

Imagine me yelling in horror as I see my iPod (which was a totally awesome gift, by the way) trying to settle at the bottom of the commode. I immediately risk life and limb...not really, but I don't hesitate to pull that bad boy outta the damn toilet. I try to paper towel it off and can already see that 5 seconds was all it takes for water to start pooling on the inside. Maybe if I blow dry it...drying the water before it has the chance to settle in has worked in the past. No chance. Done. Fin. Finito.

I will be holding services for it sometime this week. It was only a little more than a year and a half. It was my friend. I might need to find a copy of "Taps" to play at the services, to show the proper regard. Thank goodness for warranties.
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On another note, the trip south was great. Got a chance to surprise my mother for her birthday along with friends and family. She had absolutely no clue that there was a surprise coming, and the trip down and back over the weekend was made that much more worth while to see her face and how happy she was.

I got my grub on, chilled with some family, and humbled one of my elders who claimed I was too young to know how to play whist. Good times. Also got that Sara Bareilles jon't, and can now say I officially like her. Haven't given the thorough listen yet, but the first listen was cool. Haven't gotten through Feist's jon't yet, and Alice Smith was sold out down there, so I'll look for that when I cop The Dark Knight tomorra.

Signed,
Undoubtdly Sleep Deprived Lee