The moment I decide to start blogging again, disaster struck my poor lovely MacBook. Well, actually, it happened before I decided to come back, but I thought we had the issue sorted out. You see my lovely cute adorable bastard of a kitten knocked an entire glass of juice into the keyboard of the MacBook about 2 weeks ago. I did what I have done after the two previous spills(beer and coke),battery out, computer pulled apart, mopping up the mess, cleaning with a damp sponge and then letting the computer dry for a week, and the MacBook came back to life. Then on the 4th day of it being alive, although track pad no longer working, the entire keyboard decided to DIE. Then my OS decided to error. I managed to fix the OS, but not the keyboard.
So here I am typing on my husbands teeny tiny little Gateway Netbook with the dodgy charger. It's less than ideal, but I am going to have to deal until I can take my MacBook to the Apple store over in Cambridge to see if they will be super duper nice to me and fix my baby without charging an arm, leg and first born child. Actually they can have the child. I'm joking*.
*Mostly joking. Seriously, holy cow, nobody warned me how much 8 year old girls talk. I swear, she just talks and talks and talks and talks and talks so more. And then just when you think she has stopped talking, she starts singing. Also, what in the blue hell with the random off the wall questions? No, I don't know the answer. We can google it later. Maybe.
