“A Cobbler’s Children Have No Shoes”

Ever heard that age old adage, “A cobbler’s children have no shoes”? I’m here to tell you that it is absolutely the truth. Okay, not literally the truth as myself and my children do, in fact, own plenty of shoes. Too many, actually. Myself, an embarassing amount, if I’m being truthful. Which is a habit I try to maintain. Unless the truth implicates me in some not so flattering way in which I have no qualms at stretching the truth, or at least my version of truth which is in actuality a very watered down version. And, anyway. I’m not talking about an expansive closet full of Jimmy Choos and Manolo Blahniks. I’m talking about a tiny closet crammed full of Payless Shoe Source BOGOs and Old Navy flip flops. Not glamorous. No. But plentiful. In a bad way.

But, I digress.

This particular old saying actually applies to my tech-savvy husband and his failure to provide for my electronic needs. Remember my post wherein I introduced my cute-as-a-button pink Samsung Netbook? Her keyboard’s shot people. As in, some of my keys don’t work. At all. And I’m not talking about the unimportant ones. I could probably do without the brackets, or the ALT key for that matter. But I’m missing the basics people. Like a TAB key. Or an apostrophe. The number 1, which also hosts the exclamation mark and I’m all about expressing myself dramatically, people. It’s been AWFUL. I should quickly add that my hubby has actually diagnosed the problem and provided a solution. I need a new keyboard. Okay, great.

But, alas, I am still without one. In fact, my original draft of this post looked like something my 4 year-old son Jack would have constructed, so I had to finish the final draft using my husband’s computer that, you guessed it, works like a charm. Like his exclamation mark. And the number 1. Smooth as butter, people.

I will be increasing the pressure a bit so I expect to receive a new keyboard in a matter of days. Whether Jer will still have feeling in all of his protruding parts remains to be seen.

Until later, friends.

Mindy

Comments

  1. says

    This happens at my sister’s house too. In fact, the other day we couldn’t skype her so she could see Lu’s baby because her monitor blew up and her husband had the laptop. What was he thinking?? Why would he possibly think his business needs circumvented skyping with a new baby?? Men. Honestly. I don’t know where their heads are.

    Obviously I couldn’t get by without a question mark. My two and three keys stick together often. It’s a bit disconcerting but not overly annoying. Yet. I should probably not eat chips and salsa while online.

    ♥Spot

  2. Wendy says

    HaHa, that is funny… I once went to a fundraising auction,with my husband, and bought oil change certificates from a competitor…. boy oh boy did that raise a flag to my mechanic husband,,, he was thoroughly embarrassed and changed my oil the next time I said it needed done :) good luck with the keyboard L:)

  3. says

    I’m totally going to regret saying this out loud, but here we go… I lost keys on my last two laptops. This one hasn’t been a problem… tomorrow I’m going to be writing and a key is going to go flying across the room.

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