Whose fault is it?



It's the baby's fault for dumping the water all over the laptop keyboard.

It's the four-year-old's fault for requesting a glass of water and leaving it on the coffee table behind the laptop.

It's my own fault for not seeing the glass and removing it the night before.

It's my husband's fault for not keeping a better eye on the baby.

It's the glass manufacturer's fault for making such an attractive glass which the four-year-old couldn't resist.

It's the fault of whoever invented glass.

It's the fault of the sand that created the glass.

Ultimately it doesn't matter whose fault it is. The fact remains that my laptop is ruined and on its way to Virginia to be pulled apart by some teenage techie who will then proceed to call me and tell me that it will cost only slightly less to fix it than it will to buy a new system.

I'd love to go to the day-spa and get a nice relaxing massage. The only thing not relaxing about the day-spa is the big fat wad of cash I have to part with when it's over. Imagine it...the ambient music, the people serving you water or tea, the low lights, candles, sweet aromas. You get that lovely massage with some essential oils, you're feeling relaxed. No worries in the world until you hear, "That will be...$" in that cute little 21-year-old girl voice. Suddenly you remember that laptop frying under the dripping water...little shocks running through the system...and before you know what hit you, your fist meets her cute little nose.

Wow. That was kind of violent! Even for me! Usually I know when I cross the line but I'm looking back and the line is waaaaay back there! Sorry! Let's get back on track, shall we?

On the plus side, I have recently had a very fun adventure which I'll blog about next. Two blogs in one day? Think of it! I have to catch up for lost time!