We live on the third floor and when I want to get hot water for a shower, I try to be a good citizen by collecting the initial cold water in a bucket.  I set the bucket next to the sink– it’s heavy.  Yesterday I set my cell phone on the sink and, you guessed it, bumped it into the bucket of water.

I screamed, grabbed it, set it in front of a heater and put it in a bag of rice, hoping it would act as a desiccant.  Sadly I called Jon.  When I told him, he laughed and commiserated with me; no anger, no blaming, no shaming.  It was an accident, not an on purpose.  So this morning I told him how greatly I appreciated his response and how much I love him as a result.

“Money is a terrible master but an excellent servant,” P.T. Barnum