My Extravagance

Sometimes my husband and I communicate directly. Sometimes less so. He's a computer scientist, y'know, he thinks everyone needs computers and programming should be taught in 2nd grade. He bought himself a mini laptop and received many disparaging remarks from me along the lines of "WE ARE TRYING TO GET OUT OF DEBT, BUTTHOLE!"

But then I played with his computer. checked my email while on the toilet and such. Our old laptop weighs 7 pounds ... it's a monster. And Canon has pulled off most of the keys, many were irretrievable ... unless you want to go diaper diving. Greg's tiny laptop was kind of cute, but too small to type very fast as the apostrophe and quotes key was oddly located. It annoyed Greg that I would log out of his IGoogle page and open mine. He threatened that if I did it one more time he was going to buy me my own (I know, what an awful man I married, so overbearing and violent).

What he was really saying was, "Babe, I think you might want a laptop of your own, but you are a super cheap cheapy cheap cheap head and you wouldn't admit it, SO, beautiful wife of mine, I'm giving you a very easy way to say yes and relieving you of 99% of the guilt you would have if you asked for this."

I logged him out again.

So now I have a lovely red lap top of my own, with a full keyboard and nice quiet and soft keys. However, the screen is too dark and the right arrow key is not functional. It was made in Malaysia ... what do you expect from sweatshop 6 year olds?? So this may be the first and last blog post made on this particular laptop. I will probably have to ship it back, but the next one will be mine, my own, my precious.

My boy loves me and takes care of me.

This new beast has a built in webcam, with all kinds of crazy movie and picture editing software and a spacebar that works.