
Crash. Bam. Bang. I feel like I am in a Batman Comic Book. If only. Instead, this is the sound of the end. The end of my computer, might as well have been the end of my life. Well, maybe that’s a little dramatic, but that’s how it felt. It’s rather pathetic actually. How has my life come to revolve around my computer? I was unable to post last night, therefore unable to send out todays newsletter–so sorry, I know you were all so said to see you inbox sans Happy Hour Mom. Regardless, I woke up feeling more naked than I did last night. How am I going to check my emails? How am I going to Google that address and phone number I need? You mean I have to crack open the phone book? I don’t even know if I can remember how to use that thing anymore–are the business pages pink or white? Wait, what?! They are combined? What has the world come to, they no longer separate business and residential, I am so confused.
I need to get back to basics and stop getting lost in my computer. I was so much more productive this morning. Normally I wake up, make my coffee, get my girls fed and sit down to check my emails. And my Facebook. And my Twitter. And our Happy Hour Mom Facebook and Twitter. And Happy Hour Mom’s email. And respond to as much as possible. And, woah, by then it’s already time for lunch and I have no idea where my morning went.
So when it comes down to it, despite my frustration, my computer crashing was the wake up call I needed. It helped me to realize that I really need to buy that Mac I’ve been wanting…































