It seems my luck with technology in recent months has been lacking. Back in October after a terrible day at my internship I came home and bent over to check something on my car when my iPod touch fell out of my purse and landed on the pavement. I heard the thud it made and hoped it was my cellphone that has survived countless falls on cement, but was disappointed. The fall left thousands of tiny cracks on the screen of my iPod. I thought I could live with it, but as time went on pieces of the screen fell out leaving unprotected holes on the face of the iPod and minor cuts on my fingers. About a week ago we finally decided to go to Apple and trade it in for a new one at half price. Right before we went to our appointment at the “genius bar” my phone fell into the toilet. The irony of the situation thankfully made Joe and I laugh. We took the phone apart and placed it in rice for three days and it appears to be working ok. The only problem appears to be that the “end” button only works sometimes. So if we’re talking on the phone—please hang up first, just in case.