This morning I killed my Kindle. I drowned it. In a really final, nope there ain't no drying it out in a container of rice way.
I didn't kill the last year's clearance Fire I got for practically free, thanks to the one day special sale and gift card, that I hardly use because it's okay but annoyingly twee if you already are used to an iPad. I...sob...drowned my old model Kindle Paperwhite. The one I still use every day, and throw into my pool bag to read in the sun at the pool, and don't want to live without. THAT Kindle. I killed it. In the washing machine.
It was in a battered navy blue case. I was sorting laundry on my bed. Including my navy blue slacks in a very very similar shade to the case, and other dark work items. Apparently, no, OBVIOUSLY, my dear old Kindle was also on the bed, in its navy blue case, because this morning I was awakened way too early by the dogs, and went back to bed to read with coffee and my beloved old Kindle. Do you know how light a Kindle Paperwhite really is? I do now. It's light enough to scoop up with the laundry and drop into the washing machine, and never even notice.
An hour or so later I was looking for it. I'm reading a great book on it, and was ready to sit down and read for a while, on a cleaning break. Couldn't find it. What did I do with it? Retraced steps. Didn't find it. Got busy doing other things, didn't think about it until transferring laundry to the dryer. WTF is that rectangular object in the washer?
OH MY GOD. I'm not going to get all melodramatic like this is like accidentally drowning a kitten, this is just a beloved electronic device, but seriously? I am in beloved gadget mourning. I pictured the thorough soaking in detergent and cold water it enjoyed. It is very, very clean. It just ain't ever gonna wake up again.
Unlike the dogs, who will wake me before 6 a.m., no matter how late I walk them tonight.