Darn it, my phone works!

5 days ago I washed my cell phone in the washing machine. It died. Steven got it to come back to life briefly a few times, but then it would die again. Things were looking good when it wouldn't come on no matter what he did, and he saw dried laundry detergent in it so I was sure it was toast. Finally last night he soaked it in rubbing alcohol and dried it out again by sticking it back in a bag of rice. The stupid thing works now. He's so smug about it. Nerd. Oh, well. I guess I'll have to wait longer until I get a new one.