Oh, the places we will go

Guess what, Internet? I am writing this (rather impractically) from my new notebook. :)

I got home this afernoon to an email from CompUSA saying that the notebook that we had planned to buy but was out of stock was now available. So, I called the store, and indeed! They had some! And so my darling husband, aglow at the possibility of actually buying me a real birthday present (for once, he adds, but I think he's done fine) rushes across town before coming home to pick one up. He also purchased a memory upgrade and a wireless router, for we two geeks are nearly uncivilized in our wired network, but what good is a laptop if you can't use the internet while on the john?

So, anyway, that's what I've been doing this evening, and my sweet boy has alternated between helping me (yeah, tbe wireless router that is going to bring us fully into the age of technology? It doesn't work.) and doing the dishes and taking out the trash. I really am lucky.

Actually, I was going to write about that anyway. Since my car refused to start right away this morning like a decent, well-behaved vehicle would do, I took the opportunity to change the CD in my car. My car has a few little quirks, and one of those quirks is that it sometimes, in its paranoia, believes that I am trying to steal it, thus engaging the security feature of locking the ignition and making it unable to start for four minues. Another quirk is that it will only play puchased CDs, not burnt ones. This is troublesome because we tend to be homemade CD people. (Perfectly legal homemade CDs, of course..) And because we are homemade CD peoples, our selection of car music is limited to Counting Crows and whatever else we had before we stopped buying CDs. And that's how I ended up listening to Goo Goo Dolls (oh, the agony of such a horrible band name) this morning. See, I listened to that CD a lot the summer that I met M. And this morning, I remembered what it felt like then. It just hit me suddenly how SAD I was then, and how angry and how different I was than I am now. Now, I feel joy on a regular basis. (She keeps asking me to stop.) Joy! Happiness and sunshine and butterflies! I am a better person now than I was then, and I can't help but be immensely grateful that I am now with someone who makes ME a better person, rather than someone who I made a better person. Not that I have any specific examples in mind or anything, of course, because that would be in bad taste. Just saying.

In other news, I totally need to find myself a mouse to plug in to this sucker because this touchpad is for the birds.