Sweety had to go away for a couple of days so the sprogs and I did some running around alone today. Went to Sea World for their Halloween Spooktacular thing. Basically, we cruised around and collected candy from the places where it was being given out and then we left. This was a time where it paid off that we have season passes because I didn't feel bad about going there and not riding any rides or watching shows. After that we watched The Game Plan. It was a cute, predictable, feel-good movie.
Before we went into Sea World, my phone died. Yeah, the new iPhone that I got 3 short weeks ago. After the movie (since we were in Orlando and close to the Apple store), I decided to go to the mall and see about getting it fixed. It started to rain cats and dogs while I was driving to the mall and I was a nervous wreck by the time we got there. We run through a downpour and get drenched and then realize that we are in the wrong mall. Yay. Not.
Get back in the car and fight crazy nutjobs in traffic and get to the Apple store 3 minutes til closing time. They won't let me in unless I show them my credit card and tell them that I want to buy something. I thought about buying an iPod and then returning it later just to get to speak with a tech but the door guard told me that I couldn't speak with tech advisor if I did get in the store. I damn near cried. If the boys hadn't been there, watching me intently to see if I was going to go crazy, I probably would have.
When I was talking to the door guard at the Apple store, I asked him if there was a way to reset the phone and he told me yes but I'd have to make an appointment with a service tech to do it. After getting home and spending 15 seconds on Google, I found out that there is a way to reset it (of course!) and the phone is working again. Thank you and amen.
I was sitting on the couch, being grateful that the phone was working and the urge to get to the bathroom right now hit me. Ever needed to poop so bad that you had to carefully walk so as to prevent leakage? Yeah, that was me. My tip-toeing self stepped in a puddle of Stinky dog slobber on the floor and I fell down like a ton of bricks. Twisted my ankle, bounced off the dresser and had my shoulder twisted behind me somehow. To add insult to injury, I shit myself a tiny bit during the surprise crash to the floor. Wonderful.