I Am Here Because You Broke Something

from thinkgeek.com

This week I have set a personal record for breaking computers.  It is so pathetic, it is almost funny.  My husband would disagree.  I do not think I am his favorite person at this particular point in time.  On Friday, as Rhonda and I were attempting to finish up all of our last minute details on this blog so that we could go live, a glass of water spilled all over the dining room table and onto my computer.  Within about 2 seconds the monitor on my laptop shorted out and the computer proceeded to die.  Croak.   Gone.  My stomach dropped and that sick feeling came over me.  I attempted to take the cover off the bottom of the computer to "fix" it.  I tried a hair dryer, q-tips, everything.  No luck.  Knowing I had to call my husband to ask for help I was overcome with anxiety.

This did not just happen

Oh Sh*t!

Some days it feels like whenever I call him it is to tell him that something is broken.  In fact I purchased the t-shirt shown in the picture above for him last Christmas.  He wears it often.  It is one thing when I am telling him that the curtain rod got pulled out of the wall, but to tell him that I killed the computer was not going to be fun, and it wasn't.  He was out of town just about to give a presentation to a client when I called with the good news.    Probably not the best time to break the news to him.  He returned to town later that evening and proceeded to figure out a way to salvage the hard drive on my laptop.  He had to rig it to another machine to get it to work until we can get a new computer.

The next morning when I woke up I found my two year old playing with my iPad at the kitchen table.  He said, "Look what I did to your button!"  He had somehow managed to get the button on the bottom of the screen detached and pushed it up under the glass screen.   I couldn't believe that I was dumb enough to leave the iPad out on the counter for little hands to find.  More importantly I can't believe that I didn't put a password on the iPad so that even if he did find it, he could not have accessed it.  Freaking great.

Upon reporting this to my spouse he was considerably less than thrilled.  He announced that he was done...done trying to fix anything.  I suppose he won't be wearing his shirt anytime soon. Needless to say this weekend will be one of the most expensive weekends we have had in a long, long time.

From this side of disaster,
Cyndi