Perhaps my mother was right: perhaps my Tanzanian assailant should have kept my iPod. Perhaps I have bad luck. Or perhaps I shouldn't have been using my iPod while washing my clothes by hand. Regardless, my iPod is now toast. Such a cruel twist of fate.
Oh well. Either I'll get it fixed at home (restoring the iPod through iTunes didn't work, for those of you who will immediately jump in with a proposed solution), or I'll have an excuse to upgrade to a new one (hmmm, what color Nano should I buy? Or should I get a shuffle? Good thing we have a 15 hour train ride tomorrow, so I'll have time to think about it...).
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3 comments:
Daniel....right on three counts: 1)You should have let the Tanzanian assailant keep the iPod.
2) You should not have been wearing the iPod while washing clothes.
3)At 31 years of age you should know by now that MOM IS ALWAYS RIGHT!
Dad & I had a great chuckle over the houseboat...kinda goes back to arriving at Heathrow...finding the 2 of you already there cos you were asked if you minded taking an earlier flight and going first class!
Take care of each other & stay safe .
Love...Mom
You two are unreal...from can't cut it as a volunteer to luxury in a day...
Paws up from Max and Chloe. All is well, did you know Chloe likes mango?
She begged for it, I gave a little taste thinking she would turn up her nose, but no she eats and asks for more.
Trek on,
the Lobre one
Have you heard about the new Ipods? I don't know all the details, but several new ones just came out this month.
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