Last night I almost became a main character in a cautionary tale.
The house was quiet. The children were snug in their beds. I was downstairs feeling a bit like Cinderella, in the pre-godmother days. Dirt dishes were piled up waiting to be washed, the floor needed swept, the counter tops needed cleared and wiped... The list went on and on.
Since throwing everything out and starting over wasn't an option, I rolled up my sleeves, turned on some showtunes*, and got started on the dishes. Unfortunately, I got a little too caught up in the music and dropped my phone- My not water resistant phone- in the soapy water. It was completely submerged.
I frantically fished my phone out of the sink, ripped the cover off, and started toweling off the excess moisture, while dumping rice into a bowl. I left my phone buried in rice over night, and berated myself for not choosing the water resistant model. Seriously, what was I thinking?!
At this point, I figured I had nothing else to lose, so I put my phone in my food dehydrator. Right next to a batch of yogurt, I was working on. Two hours later, it was working perfectly!
Seriously, a food dehydrator.
Just when I think I can't love my kitchen gadgets any more, I find new uses for them!!
*you never know when a song off will happen. Gotta be prepared!