Today as Nate was taking me to work (I love it when he drives me to work) Millie asked me what street my phone cover was on.
The reason she asked me this is because two days ago as we were out running errands I put my phone on top of the car and then proceeded to drive off not realizing it was up there. OOPS! As I made a left onto Center street Ranger Nate asked, "What flew off the car? Was that your phone?" Oh crap! It was my phone. I was so so so sad. I love my phone and have so much info stored in it I thought for sure it was gone forever. Ranger Nate, being quick on his feet, suggested we go back to the intersection to retrieve it. We whipped around, switched drivers, pulled up and watched traffic wiz over my phone. Luckily it hadn't been run over yet... Then my sweet husband jumped out of the car into traffic and risked his life to save my phone! Thanks babe! He threw it in my lap and when I looked down, it barely had a scratch on it! I guess the iPhone is more durable than I realized. Thanks Steve Jobs, RIP. Oh and yes...my phone cover split in two and is probably in a million little pieces by now on Center Street.
Just another reason to love my awesome husband.
