Gold On The Inside

My girl Helen washed my cell phone last weekend on Sunday. She woke me up with gentle nudging, while saying "Biggie, Biggiieee, Biggie, I washed your cellphone". After I woke up, she handed me the phone in three respectable pieces. While replacing mine last Friday, we bought her a desperately needed new phone. Wednesday, while flying one of the kids she nannies for to the Bahamas, she dropped her less-than-a-week-old cellphone down the chemical airplane toilet. Way to go, Greek! Mine is the Nokia, Helens is the Motorola.