I’ve got bad iPhone Problems. I was trying to be a good wife and serve my husband dinner. Anyone who knows me, knows that my arms are extremely long and lanky and tend to flail from my body like a wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man. As I dished out his dinner, one of my extremities knocked over my giant glass of water. My poor, helpless iPhone laid there, in the stream of gushing water, enjoying a nice cold bath. At that moment, I would normally shift my gears to cleaning the water off my high-maintenance kitchen table. But…
