A little so and so spilt milk on my keyboard, and now the letters “iop, hjkl,” and “mn” are no longer working.
Funny, huh? Thanks to spilt milk, I can’t even type, “spilt milk,” save for the s and the t.
I’d like to be angry and throw a huge mama fit, but I did the same thing a few months back, only it as wine, husband’s computer, and it fried the whole hard drive.
Squishy, warm, under the blankets little couch potato, drinking your milk in unaware bliss, you have no idea how lucky you are that your mama is a bigger clutz than you.
Going to try to get it fixed.
Going to try to post from husband’s computer in the interim.
Going to hope you’ll bear with me…
(p.s. The photo has nothing to do with anything at all, I just like it. Of course, if I’m going to stretch it, I could say that it looks all dark and gloomy which is how I feel about being without my computer. Or, I could note the flying bird and pretend it’s a mama bird, all in a tizzy, swearing under her breath, and on her way to the Apple Genius Bar…again. But that might be pushing it a little 🙂