Oh to have a working keyboard back, "Hallelujah!"
While Den and I were out on a date with some dear friends we got THE call. You know the one where your child says he has to tell you something, and he doesn't want you to get mad. Yeah, that one! Well, low and behold, Abram had brought a glass of water to the computer and, of course, Roman decided to douse the keyboard with the entire thing. Needless to say, the keyboard was destroyed from the second row down.
We tried to resuscitate it, but we didn't get to it time. We were sad to see it go, because we were so accustomed to all of its little quirks and buttons. Nevertheless, once the screwdriver came out, and the top cover was popped off we knew it was a gonner. Ewwww.... the crumbs and sticky residue that was trapped beneath the keys gave me pause, with a little gag reflex. It truly was a wonder that the old thing worked at all really. It also made sense as to why certain letters were giving us fits when we would press down on them. It actually gave me a new found respect for the letters that had taken a lickin' and kept on tickin', all the while secretly enduring a cesspool.
Once we decided that the old keyboard was headed for the trash trailer, we couldn't get to the store fast enough to replace it. After all, 48 hours of not being able to communicate was long enough. I did, however, go to one of my Mamatalk forums and replied to all posts with emoticons only. After all, I could still use my mouse. I'm sure that half the ladies thought that I was the laziest responder of all times....hehehe However, I did make my presence known, right? I should get points for that at least...lol.
Anyhow, now that the hiccup has passed, back to blogging!