We have something in our house called the fun box. You can drag your mind right on outta the gutter and join me back here. Right now. On this page.
The fun box has mainly been used to house Steve's wetsuit, booties and hoodie (he's a baby about being cold and while surfing is no exception). One time each year, it's dragged out, washed out, and then we may brine our turkey in there. (I know. This is sounding grosser with each passing word, but just stick with me). When the brining is all done, I take the fun box, empty its contents down the kitchen drain, fill it up with a few pumps of dish soap and then bring it to the bathroom to fill it up with super hot water and let it soak in the tub until I'm ready to clean it out again.
On Thursday I got distracted. What with making an entire Thanksgiving dinner and all. So it stayed in the tub overnight. And on Friday evening, at my mother's disapproving look of our pot holders that were a little too stained for her liking, I emptied the fun box from the brine-soak and filled it back up with hot water and some laundry detergent. I dropped in the pot holders and some cloth napkins to let them soak overnight.
While the rest of us were off wine tasting on Saturday, Steve-o stayed behind to work out, hang with Clancy and do a load of laundry. He remembered to take the items that were soaking overnight, without my needing to send a text with instructions, which was a huge victory in my book. But neglected to empty the container. Which doesn't sound like a really big deal and definitely sounds like me being entirely too picky (which I am- I have no problem admitting that).
Like I said. Not that big of a problem.
Until this afternoon.
I came upon the still full of yucky-once-soapy water bucket inside the tub and decided it was time to empty it out only to find, much to my surprise, our iPad sitting at the bottom. I don't know how long it was submerged in water. Long enough for me to watch water slosh back and forth INSIDE the screen and realize it was never coming back to us.
I brought it out to Steve, explained that we have two iPhones and two laptops and we were just going to have to be okay with losing the iPad.
You may be wondering how in God's name the iPad ended up in the fun box. What you can't see in the photo below is where the toilet is. But. If you're the Irish rubber ducky below, the toilet is to your left. And that ledge that the Irish rubber ducky is starting at, is a perfect resting place for the iPad when you're done hanging out in the bathroom. Well perfect for some people whose name starts with Steve and ends in -o.
For the sake of the photo, below you'll see a fun box void of any water. But you'll see a very sad no-longer-working iPad that went for a lovely swim today.
It's hard to know just how my husband will top this one, but I look forward to seeing just how he's able to accomplish that.
