Close Call

Last week, our computer up and died. Just like that. No warning, the ungrateful piece of technology. I majorly freaked out, because I had a ton of pictures sitting in my iPhoto folder waiting to be backed up and our tax return sitting on the desktop—all finished, except for ONE final piece of information that I was waiting on to arrive in the mail. Let me just say, in clear terms that my computer can understand,

Kim was very : (

Fortunately, my husband lives for computer challenges. He rubbed his hands together in glee at the thought of taking a 'puter apart and chortled something about "reformatting the operating system." He took our machine to his office, where he sacrificed a goat over the keyboard, and brought the computer back home this weekend . . . working again! He even managed to extract my photos and tax return before wiping the hard drive clean. Good man! He fears our computer is about to expire permanently, though, so we have to think about buying a new one.

Of course, my husband is over the moon about shopping for a shiny, brand new computer, while I am spitting nails. You do realize that they purposely make computers to fail after a few years, just like they refuse to manufacture light bulbs that last forever or mass produce solar-powered cars. They know perfectly well how to construct them, but products that are well-made and good for the environment slow down the flow of money pouring into their coffers. I can't stand the thought of rewarding the greedy corporations, but they've got us by the short hairs of the neck, don't they? DON'T THEY?!?! she screamed in fury at the evil computer monitor that just sat there, blinking innocently, like it wasn't going to freeze up at any moment.

Dinner last night: Superbowl fingerfoods (honey chicken wings, pigs in a blanket, lots o' chips and dip)