Blogging from the husbeast's computer, because the netbook is dead. The sugar in the tea got it. I would have said I don't put much sugar in my tea, but the netbook looks and acts like I poured corn syrup over it - the keys are stuck down, there's goo all through it, and it's a mess. We'll see about fixing it, but I don't have much hope.
The husbeast has been very nice through the whole mess, only saying something strongly worded about never putting tea near any electronics again. Since that's a valid point I can hardly argue about it. I think other than the 'might as well have lit some money on fire' aspect of it, he's enjoying the fact that he's got such good ammunition to use against me. Yesterday we drove over to Ohio, and I was ragging on him about his ability to get lost on roads he's driven for twenty years, and he said "How about some tea?" and shut me right up. In the long run he might decide this was almost - but not quite - worth it.
When the spill happened, I must have made one hell of an impression on the Goober (there may have been screaming involved). Because for the next two days she followed me around saying "Don't spill, mumma."
The good news is, with no computer to use, I'm getting more knitting done. I may catch up to my mother-in-law on this bag by the time I see her next week. I'm doing the sort rows in stranded color right now (there are only twenty-four of them), and she's at the same part of the bag. So another ten, twenty rows and I'll be within a reasonable reach of her, and we'll be able to get the rest of this bag knit together, since that was the plan when she bought it for me.
I'm also spinning, and may be trying my first attempt at art yarn soon.
Photos of all this as soon as I get some kind of netbook again. Which may be fairly soon, but every time I look at it I'll see money going up in smoke and want to beat my head on a wall.
I've been using my Blackberry for everything, and am keeping in touch with people via Twitter and e-mail, which are easy to use on it. (So if you wanna get in touch...) The husbeast told me yesterday that my texting skills now approach that of a teenaged girl, which is kind of disturbing. But I'm still only half as fast as my nephew. I'll worry when I catch up to him. (And once he knows I have a Blackberry, he'll probably suggest we have races or something.)
So, other than the tea spill that I'm STILL kicking myself for (and will be for quite a while to come, I imagine), all is well at House O' Samurai. The husbeat has been positively saintly over the whole mess. The Goober is having a growth spurt and is totally psyched to see grandma and grandpa soon. We may be going to the museum again soon. Or the science center. Or something.
Imagine me knitting stranded color short rows, muttering "I can't believe I spilled that tea, I AM SUCH AN IDIOT." and you've got the idea.