It’s my birthday in another week.
The Princess decided to surprise me with my very own, nifty, new computer.
I’ve never been the “techie” in the family, so her hand-me-down Macs have always been just fine for me.
Getting your very own computer for the first time is pretty special. (And it’s a nice computer, to boot!)
Has a touch screen, lighted key board and a lovely, little, demonic pc operating system called, “Windows 8” – everything an old, menopausal, mentally challenged woman could ever want.
Spent over 10 hours writing out my post for this week on this here, nifty new computer and with one small click of a pinky finger, ten hours of writing, editing and re-writing is now in an invisible cloud somewhere in “PC heaven” and I’m not a very happy little camper today, People.
Not a happy camper at tall.
Thinking that maybe a little walk is the way to go this morning and that life will look a hulluva lot better as soon as the Buddha Belly and I return from our walk.
I’m thinkin’ it’s a better idea than throwing said “nifty, new (expensive) computer” out the window, eh?
As my Mother would say, “Figurati!” (It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.)
And, of course, she’d be right.
Have a good week, People, and I’ll catch ya next week, looking at life in my shoes from a slightly different perspective, than the one I have today! 🙂