Coming To You Live From My Couch

Our fried hard drive is now safely in the hands of one of my IT coworkers, who is going to take it home and try to retrieve our pictures and videos.

He said he'd do what he can, but if things got complicated, I'd need to send it off to a retrieval center where they would have to use some kind of vacuum in a lab to pull out the data.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he works some magic, because he said that retrieval centers can get expensive. Like, 5000 dollars worth of expensive.

And we all know THAT'S not going to happen. Gilberto would have a heart attack if I told him the price, even if it was only to say how ridiculous it was. Because by my putting it out there, he'd think I was up to something. Some grand plan that I'm easing him into. Because I've been guilty of doing things like that before.

But THIS time he really doesn't have to worry. I'm not interested in forking over thousands of dollars for a month's worth of pictures after all the moolah we just spent on two new computers.

You heard the plural right. Over the weekend Gilberto and I became the proud new owners of our very own computers! He got a really awesome gaming desktop, and I finally made the transition into the world of portable computing. That's right! I got a laptop!

Laptops ROCK! I can't believe I never knew how awesome they are! I still get giddy pushing that little on button and having my machine power up ready to go in just a matter of seconds. And I can go anywhere in the house! I feel like I have been freed from the chains I didn't know were binding me.

I owe that new found freedom to my husband's selfishness. That may sound strange, but it's because he doesn't want to share his computer with me anymore that I ended up with my very own.

He thinks I'm responsible for the computer crash that took us back to the electronic stone age for several days, and I may or may not have encouraged that train of thought knowing what the end result would be.

Since he's a gamer (and I'm not afraid to admit that since I think he's hot, and not geeky at all, like most gamers that I've met), he has special computer needs that are now being met by his special gaming computer that I am not allowed to touch under ANY circumstances. He even gets nervous when I just sit down NEAR the computer.

So for the past few days I've been blogging live from whatever location around the house I can stretch out full length, propped up by pillows. Absolute bliss.

Except now that my lap is occupied, Gabi is jealous and keeps trying to scooch in, and keeps hitting buttons and bringing up weird windows. I need to get her trained before the 15 day warranty is up.

I am a reconnected, laptop lovin' happy camper.