While I lay curled up in the corner admiring the craftsmanship in my dust bunnies I tried to figure out what the H E double hockey-sticks I was going to do. Despite my incessant rocking, worries of already being behind, and resisting urges to tweet about it, I somehow survived.
Today I went to the Apple store where they ran a battery of tests that rivalled The Six-Million Dollar Man (not really) and (I'm knocking on wood here) the solution was a lot less painful than expected (not like that last vet bill - yeah, I'm looking at you Dallas The Six Million Dollar Cat
Anyhow, imagine my reaction when the guy resuscitated the laptop and a split second before it happened, I realized that the desktop that was about to light up the screen, the one that I had just set hours before it died, the one I was using to make my husband cringe, the one I tweeted that would make ...for a different kind of girl shake her head in disgust -- well that freakin' New Moon wallpaper was my desktop and the *cough* young man who was serving me along with all his coworkers, were going to see it. Nice. Nothing beats serving a grown woman with a picture of teenage boys on her desktop
He snickered when he saw me cringe. I countered with a weak "I'm not a cougar, seriously, I'm not..." which trailed off into an "f**k me... it was a joke... can you just fix the laptop"
Then to demonstrate how young and hip I am, I couldn't figure out how to answer my own phone and I swear the Mac techie guy tried really hard not to laugh but come on, I didn't know how to click over on my call waiting? I countered with "it's a new phone
life 1 (for about the 14,000 time)