My computer imploded.

Ok, I really need to quit saying that. It didn't actually implode (that I know of). But, it was the strangest thing. Said computer was flipped open, music playing. I decided to look up a recipe online, and that's when it happened...

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid computer. Urgh.

It froze. And then turned off. You know that's never good. And each time I tried to turn it back on, the livelihood looked more and more bleak. You know, the whole blue screen, your life is ruined, type of situation? My brother Doug and I tried to give it one more shot, and then it made the sound of death, which is fairly similar to the sound of a 5 car pile up--- ALL INSIDE MY COMPUTER.

Ya. It was bad.

So, now it's sitting on my shelf, waiting for me to go to take it to the computer-hospital for repair. Anyone even know what you do with a stupid, broken computer? Where do you actually take something like that? I wonder how long it will sit there before I decide to actually do something about it... Wait.

So, as a good mother would do, I would like to give one last shout out to my first born.

Dear Dell:

You and I, we had a good run. You were our first big purchase as a married couple. The stork dropped you off on our front step in your of our little Orem apartment, on a day that hell froze over. That state is always so freezing cold, and you were the warmth of my heart. I'm actually not certain that it was even cold that day, at all, but for memories sake, we will say there was feet (multiple feet) of snow on the ground, because likely, there was. Ah hem. Excuse me.

I suppose that four years is a good run, but I expected a lot more out of you. Hugh crawled on you daily, and spit up on you often. J used you for dance-dance-revolution practice, and his personal punching bag when he wanted to watch a movie, and I said no. But really. You and I could have gone far. I had high hopes for us.

And now I hate you.

Give me back my pictures, and I won't through off the roof of our building.

But seriously.

Thanks.