Out With the Old

 

If you’re catching the scent of something crispy on the breeze, don’t worry. It’s only my hard drive.

Tomorrow, I’ll begin my day with trips to Office Depot and Best Buy, trying to replace my right arm computer equipped with nothing but a long list of limitations borne by anyone whose computer has unexpectedly gone nuclear right in the middle of a hectic week.

Not to mention I’ll be making these trips with children in tow. Imagine taking two young boys to a store filled with gadgets, buttons, cords, outlets, remotes, the hum of hardware and the scent of burnished silicone. Then imagine yourself repeating: “Don’t-touch-that-leave-that-alone-not-that-either-keep-your-hands-to-yourself-don’t-hit-your-brother-don’t-hit-me-can’t-you-leave-that-alone-for-fifteen-bloody-seconds-excuse-me-sir-does-Best-Buy-serve-alcohol?”

Tomorrow is going to be a fun day. I can feel it.

So right now, I’m using my husband’s computer — and his crazy Internet Explorer, which doesn’t show my blog header which really irritates me but isn’t remotely important enough for me to worry about this century — to post an explanation for why I don’t know when I’ll be posting again.

Because I may not survive this trip tomorrow. After the 653rd recitation of the above speech about not touching those tempting buttons, my two sons will probably jack me with a sock-full of pennies, steal my car keys and leave me for dead.

On a brighter note, I was delighted that Joni Cohen Webb of Cote de Texas has given me new reasons to love the gray marble for the bathroom. Too bad all my decorating bookmarks got cooked with the hard drive and I’ll never be able to find my inspiration photos again. I may never finish the bathroom now. But I guess since I’ll be lying in the dumpster at Best Buy tomorrow, it won’t really matter for very long.

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