Before I let them use the cookie cutters, I went looking for my digital camera (which has been gathering dust for the first time in years on the laundry room shelf) to see if it had any battery left. Not a drip. It took me ten minutes to find the box with the battery charger. As my husband downloaded the files off of the 256 picture card on his PC, I tried to fire up my computer. The grey screen of death gave it’s icy stare from my monitor. I turned the computer off “the hard way” – by jabbing it’s belly button – for a little sweet revenge and to jolt it back to reality. I’ve been dreading this moment for five years. It wouldn’t power back on.
So, my ginger-people are puddles, and my computer is dead. Bahumbug. Even worse than that, though: My husband brought home “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” last night on video. I won’t give a review, because some of you may have forgotten to take your Prozac today. Let’s just say that my husband is banned from video selection for at least a month.
We are considering what is cheaper…. buy a new computer, or drive to Texas and confiscate my daughter’s PC out of storage (gutting it to insert my D drive and taking it over). Of course, this would mean I could also get my four boxes of CHECKS that I managed to somehow forget in a “blonde moment” (as my blonde husband calls it). It wouldn’t hurt to visit a few GREAT friends and eat at Chipotle, Pei Wei, and our favorite breakfast taco joint. It would cost about the same as buying a brand new PC. What do you think? Should I head for the border?