Tuesday, March 27, 2007

This is Not What a Pedometer is Meant to Measure

We've already established that I'd be able to be medically classified as OCD or I come damn close, right? Perhaps, then, this won't be a surprise to you.

I got a lovely pedometer from Target last week. And I've been typically obsessed with counting every step, which requires putting the dang thing on first thing in the a.m. Because I do a lot of running around the house, getting those kids off to school, the husband off to work, and the dog in and out and in and out so I can finally be in a peacefully quiet house.

Clipped to my pajama bottoms it was. Pajamas just aren't made of the sturdy material like my jeans or sweatpants. Stopping for a quick potty break in the midst of everything yesterday morning. And there it went. Into the toilet.

Pedometer? I'm thinking pee-o-meter.

[No, it's not salvageable. I was chastised by Pete last night for fishing it out and not letting it dry out before trying to reset it. Apparently it's the arc of electricity that fries everything in the wet environment. Or some such nonsense. I was impressed Pete knew of such things. I believe he was mortified that I was oblivious to such matters. I believe he is ashamed of my lack of electrical or scientific or mumbo-jumbo knowledge.]


Debi said...

OMG...I can't believe it...I did the exact same thing! It's nice to know I'm not alone!

Anonymous said...

This post is really scary if you look at the picture before you read it.

It's the red that threw me off.


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