Learning my lesson the hard way

It was totally my fault: I was remiss in putting my iPhone on the bedside table just below the lampshade. Daniel woke up one morning and decided it was fun to pour his milk on every visible hole of the phone. (He also tinkered with my 17″ Macbook Pro and successfully pulled out the Right key—now I cannot figure out how to put it back!) Imagine my horror when I saw my phone swimming in white liquid, totally drenched, and not working! On the other hand, my son was grinning beside me, as if to say, you like it Mom?

That’s not funny, Daniel.

So I was away from the mobile universe for more than a week. Fortunately, I only had 11 contacts in my phone book so I didn’t really miss anything major. (I was just building my contact list and reconnecting with friends.) Besides, they all have my e-mail. Read more