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I’m addicted to my Apple AirPods Wireless Ear Buds.*

Much to the annoyance of my husband. Who, in all fairness, has never verbally expressed this annoyance; but I can see it on his face from time-to-time when he tries to start up a conversation and realizes I can’t hear him.

And when I say time-to-time I mean every time. Because my Apple AirPods Wireless Ear Buds are always in my ears. 😉

*Oh, and no this is not a sponsored post for Apple, but I did include an Amazon affiliate link.

My Ear Buds are in my ears first thing in the morning when I’m brushing my teeth. When I’m making my morning cup of tea. When I’m getting my 10,000 steps (note to self: time to get on the 10,000 step bandwagon again; waistebands are feeling snug). When I’m prepping dinner. When I’m enjoying a glass of wine on the balcony.

And my Ear Buds are always in when I’m taking pictures for the blog.

Now you may be wondering what is being fed into my head through those constant-companion Ear Buds.

Sadly I’m not rockin’ out to some killer tunes.

Oh dear God, I’m ancient. And not just because I’m not listening to music. But because I actually used the words rockin’ and killer tunes. 😉

My Ear Bud consumption consists of podcasts. Some political. Some true crime. Some pop culture (of which I only understand about 25% of the references). And one podcast specifically devoted to all things Sex & The City and And Just Like That.

I’m really letting my cringe out of the bag here today.

Oh, but just you wait: it gets so much cringier! 🙂

Because over the weekend disaster struck.

I was styling my hair with my Ear Buds in when the unthinkable happened.

Okay, not exactly unthinkable because it was a scenario I had thought of in the past and typically took precautions to prevent against.

My hairbrush knocked one Ear Bud out of my ear. And in a slow motion parkour-like fashion, that Ear Bud bounced off the countertop onto the wall. Where it proceeded bounce off the wall and …

and …

land in the toilet.

A perfect 10 execution with minimal splash.

And when I plunged my hand into the toilet …

hey, I warned you about the cringe; Ear Buds are pricey …

the movement of the water swished the Ear Bud into the pipe. Never to be seen again.

Sigh.

After a thorough scrubbing of my toilet-water-infected hand, followed by a hot shower, I signed into my Amazon account to order a new pair of Apple Ear Buds. Fingers crossed they arrive today.

But, hey at least I was able to enjoy those Ear Buds when I took these pictures of our new Chicago condo dining room last week.