water + iPhone = ____________

I've been learning some life lessons lately, the most vivid is this: migraine + Pilates = puke, that was a very memorable lesson.

Yesterday, I learned another important one: water + iPhone = __________

It started out innocently enough.

I had a dentist appointment yesterday so I didn't make it to the gym as early as usual meaning that I had a shorter workout time.

No biggie.

But then, my genius self decided that I should mow the lawn, because, hello it looks like we have one of those wildflower and grass preserves growing in our front lawn.

It was bad folks, I'm embarrassed to admit.

In our defense it has been approximately 29485763 degrees with an abominably high amount of humidity as well.

I psyched myself up to mow the lawn only to remember that we were out of gas, sadface.

But then {of course there's a "but then" because hello, we've met and you know me} I decided to just use the rotary lawn mower a la 1900's.

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Holy smokes, it was so freakin' hard and hot and miserable and I swear I was going to puke or pass out which would have been awesome in a not sort of way.

People were driving by giving me the weirdest looks and I swear a car or two drove around the block again just to watch me sweating up a storm.

It was miserable, I swear I haven't been that hot and sweaty since The Color Run, I had to all but pry my sweaty clothes off of me with a spatula.
Ew. Just ew.
I even disgusted myself, it was that bad.

I finally finished and was proud of my vastly improved lawn able to overlook the random long blades of grass that refused to submit to the mower's blades and the strength of my will.

Bathing was a necessity, ASAP.

I was texting K as he was due to come home for lunch and set my phone on the edge of tub when Lee walks in and needed some help.

I literally got as far as saying, Be careful of my phone, I don't want it to...

**SPLASH**

My phone slipped into the water and my heart slipped up my throat.
It was completely submerged, just hanging out on the bottom of the tub for the 2.3 seconds it took me to scoop it out.

I finished quickly, telling Ainsley that it wasn't her fault and that I wasn't mad, she merrily went on her way.
I don't think I have ever washed my hair that quickly before, ever.

I grabbed a bowl, dumped some uncooked rice into it and per K's instructions {he had just walked in the door} turned it off and buried it in the rice.

Oh. no.

Needless to say, the wait until I turned it on this morning was a bit tense.

It's a bit wonky, but slowly getting back some of it's pep, I have strong hopes for a full recovery.
Thank goodness.

Consider this another lesson learned you guys, never ever ever put your phone by the side of the tub and don't try to do Pilates if you have a migraine, neither one end all that pretty.