The Laptop Chronicles... Continued

Well, Curt took the laptop back to the store the other day and this time he just asked for our money back. Because we are starting to wonder if perhaps this store only sells computers that have fallen off the backs of trucks or something. I will not tell you the name of the store in question but I will reveal that it rhymes with Nest My. The trouble is, they couldn't give us our money back because we paid in cash and they won't pay back that much cash. So they have to issue a check in 10 to 15 business days. Minimum. And so, in approximately one month we just might have our funds back. Which leaves me out a laptop and my money.

So, I did the only thing one can do in a time like this. Actually, it was Curt's suggestion. I confiscated what used to be known as "the kids' computer" and put it in my bedroom in place of the old desktop that died-- which, as you will recall, is what started all of this in the first place.

Which means, I am back in business, albeit on the kids' computer-- henceforth to be referred to as my computer. Sometimes, it's just good to be the mama, ya know? Kind of like in law enforcement when they need a vehicle but don't have one and they can pull their badge and take yours? Well, it's like that. I will soon be purging all their junk from the files and organizing all the documents into some sort of sense. And then (insert maniacal laughter here) it will be mine, all mine!

With this new development, I will hopefully be posting more often and will just plan to keep this computer for the duration. I don't know how long the duration is, but I do know that we paid $700 for the computer (waaaay back when this first started) and since that time we have found out that the painting we are going to have to have done to get the house ready for sale is-- wait for it-- $700. And so, as Curt said, "Do you want a new computer or a painted house?" Hmmm. Tough one. My flesh cries out, "New computer!" But my sacrificial side says, "You know the right thing is to go for the painting job and make do with the kids computer." And so, I think for now sacrifice has won out.

But I am just about going to have to insist that we spring for a new flatscreen monitor like I used to have. This monitor is so wide, my hands are hanging off the edge of the desk when I type. And that hurts. But I am not one to complain. I am sacrificial, you know. Let's just hope my kids are in touch with their sacrificial sides when they come home to find their computer has now become mine.