The Post-it Notes: Had a Bad Day

The “a” key on my laptop sticks. As does the q,w,z,x and the number buttons 1-5. Aaaaannnnnnd so does the shift, caps lock and tab key. Actually almost every key on the left hand side of my keyboard are now sticky. Typing is now a much bigger workout for my left hand than it is for my right hand. Poor left hand, it gets tired.

I blame it on the glass of grape sparkling cider that yours truly gracefully spilt on my laptop earlier this month. Mainly because, well that’s what caused it.

[sidenote: "Yours truly"??  What exactly does that mean?  What if I'm not being true?  "Yours white lyingly"  "Yours just kidding"  "Yours ha!, had you going there".]

[continuing on]

My computer during surgery.

Thankfully after a little open heart surgery Spencer was able to revive my laptop. The hard drive survived, as did the memory, and all the other important feature of my electronic BFF. But it has some very obvious battle wounds like, you know, the sticky keys. 

The sparkling cider incident happened the same day that I got into a little fender bender with a big bright yellow pole that snuck behind my van when I wasn’t looking. Jerk.

Which was also the same day that I got a flat tire.

Which, incidentally, was also the same day that I discovered that I. Am. Awesome.

Errr…not!

The end.