Sunday, July 13, 2008

Eight is ENOUGH!

The other day, in the middle of reponding to an email, my computer starting wigging out. What appeared on my screen was completely different than what my fingers where typing on the keyboard. My computer seemed to be possessed and have a mind entirely of its own. My screen split into 3 screens, a series of weird numbers and letters typed themselves, and lots of keys I was pushing did nothing at all.

I took my computer to the Apple store, fully prepared for either a) being told it was a very minor cost-wise and time-I'd-have-to-be-without-it-wise repair or b) so major and costly and virtually irrepairable that I would have to get a brand new shiney version of my old computer. I will admit, I start to secretly hope it was the latter of the two.

But, it ends up, it's just the keyboard that went bad. And it's a pretty minor expense, and I will only be without my computer for "a few working days" and then, hopefully, we'll be good as new!

I blame this whole computer breakdown on "Eight is Enough". Remember that show?- with little Nicholas and the rest of the gang- from the 70's, or 80's. Because Betty Buckley (a.k.a. The Bradford's step-mom) had been in town, and therefore, in the Dallas Morning News, my friend and I started trying to sing the theme song from "Eight is Enough", got a little stumped and then looked it up on YouTube. And you know how YouTube is- One thing leads to another, and the next thing you know, you're laying in the bathtub, watching 6 consecutive segments of "True Hollywood Story: Eight is Enough"-enthralled!

So enthralled was I, that I inadvertantly dribbled quite a bit of my bathwater into my computer keyboard each time I leaned out of the bathtub to advance to the next segment. I wiped it off with a towel, and it seemed ok. Until later that night...

After learning of the sad demise of most of the cast members of "Eight is Enough", I went out to see a Mexican fat-Elvis impersonater at Lost Rancheros, thinking it would cheer me up. And it did! Until I returned home a few hours later and flipped on my computer to check a few emails. After a few minutes,it went blank. Then I restarted it, and the previously mentioned monkey business started.

I had forgotten all about my bathtub full of Eight is Enough. Until when trying to help me figure out what was going on, my husband asked, "Have you dropped it, or spilled anything on it?"

Oh, you mean like warm sudsy bathwater???

Damn Nicholas, Tommy, David, Elizabeth, Mary, and all the rest of them- I got so sucked into their story that I caused my beloved computer all sorts of pain. And I was THIS close to throwing out the baby with the bathwater, so to speak.

But all's well that ends well. And Eight is Enough to fill out lives with love...

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