Ok - so you'd think that after having my computer for 2 weeks Toshiba would have fixed it by now - but like me, you'd be wrong. For some reason, the manufacturer is having to order parts, wait for them to arrive, only to discover that something else is wrong. It's the manufacturer for gosh sakes - and they don't have parts on-hand? What the heck???? Well, after replacing the mother board, cd/dvd drive and the battery pack, the only original thing left is the hard drive - and guess what? The piece of crap still ain't working! Surely by now, they have come to the same conclusion I have - throw the hunk of junk under a bus, jump for joy as it is flattened into oblivion and ship me a new computer already!!! Apparently I have been blessed with the over-achieving computer technician who is trying to save the company money and gain brown-nosing points by repairing this "piece". Arghhh....
Anyway, life has been interesting. Took Katie with me to the grocery store, as usual since I do believe the umbilical cord has never been cut, and while we were walking down the canned soup aisle, a very - shall we say "obese"? - woman came around the corner driving one of those electric ride-on carts. Considering the number of grossly overweight people in this city, it was nothing out of the ordinary..............until she stopped in the middle of the aisle - too far away from the canned soup to easily reach out and grab one. So as she leaned, grunted and stretched, we heard the tell-tale sound of .......the passing of gas. I thought "surely not!" - she's got 5 women around her and she's sitting on a cheap piece of vinyl so it was probably giving way and making woopie-cushion noises as she stretched. Of course, my darling, sweet daughter thought otherwise and immediately grabbed her neon-green shirt and pulled it over her nose and mouth while shouting at the top of her lungs "EWWWWW!! SOMEBODY TOOTED!!". Ah well, at least she didn't use her brother's favorite word "fart". Immediately mortified I quickly said "No Katie, it's just her chair squeaking". The woman drove off and the stench hit us all full in the face and one of the other women quickly said "Nope, your daughter's got it right! We'd better run for it!!". Holy Moly! We all scattered faster than a flock of frightened birds!! I'm beginning to wonder if it really is worth the discount to shop at Walmart!
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