This morning was just plain stupid. Cheech and I went on a fun excursion to Fairyland, and in a strange sequence of events, my phone fell out of my bag and into a pond (don't ask me why there are PONDS at a children's park). I immediately dried it off, and it will now be submerged in a bowl of rice for the next 48 hours in hopes that it can be saved. Breaking my phone isn't really the biggest deal in the world to me, but every time I stop and think that I may lose COUNTLESS pictures of Cheech, I get sick to my stomach.
So, I'm officially saving my pennies and switching over to a backpack*... at least for the next couple of years. Now that Cheech is at an age where she has to be wrangled from time to time, it would probably be in my [and my belonging's] best interest to be as hands free as possible. The Camper Satchel by sketchbook is currently at the top of the list.
*I'm still head over heels in love with my bag, but it's just going to have to be left at home whenever I plan on being anywhere near any sort of body of water.