Wired!

Perhaps you noticed the last post was illegible. The Old Baguette was holding a glass of Pepsi, a large glass of Pepsi. She fell asleep. Two things happened. The Pepsi spilled and drenched her keyboard. It drowned. The Old Baguette woke up when her head hit the computer desk with a loud conk. Yes, she now has sleep apnea. All efforts to mop up the Pepsi failed, so today she bought a new keyboard. Plugging it in was a challenge, particularly since the mouse got unplugged, and the Old Baguette couldn't figure out which plug went where. Dell was extremely helpful, and I am now typing legible words. The wires are on my lap. Oh well. Maybe I can stick them in a flower pot to get them out of the way. The Old Baguette is ready at last to write. She is so inept. Almost as inept as her maternal grandfather. He habitually bought expensive tools to fix broken items like clocks but never fixed anything. Instead, he'd take everything apart and then pile the pieces into a laundry basket. He just couldn't put them back together himself, so he'd hire a professional to do the job for him. Ineptness is a genetic flaw.