It's not dead, yet

So, to top off our weekend of drama, it's possible that I may have killed Nick's cell phone. In my constant effort to be a good wife, I washed a load of laundry Sunday afternoon that included some of his pants. I checked the pockets! I did — I rescued a set of keys. But the thing is, he wears these pants with lots of cargo pockets, and I made the honest mistake of not checking every single pocket. When I went to change the laundry over from washer to dryer, I discovered his wallet in the bottom of the washer. Then, once I turned on the dryer I heard an unusual clunking noise. Lo and behold, it was his cell phone. Oops.
I immediately googled "wet cell phone" and found a wealth of tips and suggestions for reviving a wet cell phone. As a side note, I also amused myself by reading about all the stupid things people have done to get their cell phones wet. See for yourself here.
I also got on the phone with the electrical engineer who helped bail me out in an emergency situation the previous day, who recommended I take it apart and set it in the sun to dry for several days. Which I am doing. But first, I stuck it in a bowl of rice, which I heard would help absorb some of the moisture.
The phone hasn't been pronounced dead yet — I still have hope! But it is possible that, because I told Nick not to get the cell phone insurance, the new cell phone that I have coming will be delayed yet again so his can be replaced. Bummer.

Edited To Add: I'm beginning to think I should create a new blog label, "Mishaps." I'm starting to accumulate quite a collection. But for now, I think I'll hold off.