My Morning Coffee

Hey folks, just checking in to let you know we are alive at Carmen and Ginger and ready to start posting again!  See, we had a little coffee incident early this week.  I wish I could say it was an exciting incident, like coffee shooting out of my nose onto my keyboard as I choked reading a Regretsy listing, alas, it was much more mundane.  What is funny about spilling coffee on your keyboard is the denial.  When I first asked my husband for help, for instance, I simply said that my "a" key had stopped working.  I did not mention the spilled coffee (not far from the "a").  I was still hoping the issue was just some strange coincidence.  Then later, when the Dell woman from India asked me outright if I'd spilled anything on the computer I answered "Maybe."  Maybe?  "Maybe?" she repeated back to me. I could picture the spill and my attempts to clean it up quickly and still my brain was thinking "This cannot be my fault."  

I am proud to say that since my husband has been sick all week, I finally took a deep breath and installed the new laptop keyboard this morning.  I did not even curse once!  And look, my "a" key is working!  And yes, my cup of coffee is still beside me, but, hell, I'd get nothing done without it...