In the two hour space of time while waiting for Sean to call, I seriously considered:
1. dropping out of school.
2. making a huge assault on my LDL and Triglyceride levels by eating a
cheesecake. Or two.
3. taking Brent and me to Europe to soothe my pain.
4. spitting a bullet at a mouse and causing a concussion. (Hey, that could be the title of a children's book...but that's another story)

Finally, Sean called back. When I explained what had happened, Sean started laughing hysterically.
I said, "Sean, this isn't funny."
Which made him laugh even harder. Gosh, Sean's roommate must have just showed him a New Yorker cartoon at that exact moment.
Once Sean gained composure, he had me enter some kind of weird secret code into the "terminal" and lickety-split my 2 gazillion kilobytes materialized from the black hole. That was the relief of a lifetime!! Or at least since the last time I did this.
I'm telling you that it is risky and scary to be so dependent on a hard drive. By the way, that could be the title of a twangy country song: "My life/wife is all wrapped up in a hard drive."
The moral of the story:
You might think it is going to be about the importance of backing up your computer documents from time to time. But the bigger lesson learned here is this: I stink at coming up with country song titles. And that my son is wonderful even if he laughs in my pain!
2 comments:
Once again, Sean to the rescue!
do you have the new mac OS. It should back stuff up automatically if you have an external drive.
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