So my PC died.
I've mentioned it many times, I know. It's just, I LOVED my PC. And then the hard drive decided to give out so I was left with nothing.
I'm being dramatic.
We had a spare laptop. Granted, it belonged to my son. My mom gave him her old one. But I figured he could share for a bit until I figured out my replacement computer.
He was not pleased.
He'd be like, "When are you getting your own computer?" and I'd say, "Look, I gave you life, you can let me use your laptop."
I knew I needed my own. So I researched and researched and decided to get a MacBook Pro. It was going to be my Anniversary/Christmas present. Said MacBook Pro was supposed to arrive on Wednesday. I had a feeling UPS was going to drop it off when I was picking up Natalie so I left a note on my door saying I'd be right back. I knew I'd have to sign for it so I stressed that I'd be right back. I underlined it twice.
They did not care about my note. They simply taped a SORRY WE MISSED YOU message beside my note which I basically took as a middle finger.
To rub salt into my wound, seconds after seeing their message the UPS truck drove PAST MY HOUSE. He could have easily stopped and delivered my laptop. If my husband had been home I'd have tossed Natalie at him and chased the UPS truck down. But by the time I started heading over, the truck was puttering away.
I wanted to cry.
"Come back," I said pitifully like Kate Winslet in Titanic when she decided that yes, she was going to live for Jack.
It did not come back.
I whined about it on Facebook. You know, first world problems and all. Sometimes suggested that I call UPS. Perhaps they'd return? I doubted it but I called. Explained my situation. I thought the guy on the phone would be sympathetic. Instead he was all, "The driver'll come back tomorrow," in a deadpan voice.
"But sir!" I yelped.
I could have gone to the UPS hub I suppose. But I was already in my comfy pants. It's what I refer to my stained sweatpants as.
I was paranoid that I'd miss the UPS driver again the following day. Lucky for me my husband was home from work. I told him to be sure to pay attention to the doorbell. He was busy playing Call Of Duty right before I left to get Natalie. Sometimes he spaces out when he plays those video games.
"I'll answer the door!" Tom promised when I explained to him for the fifth time that I NEEDED my MacBook Pro today.
"Look, I will chase down the UPS truck if he misses us again," I vowed. "I will be the crazy military spouse who chased down the UPS truck. I will wave my hands dramatically and scream, "MY LAPTOP!" over and over again."
"For God's sake, does everything have to be an ordeal with you?" Tom asked.
Yes. When it deals with my new laptop, YES.
I went to pick up Natalie and rushed home--to the point where Natalie was like, "Hello? You're leaving me!" I turned around and oops, she was pretty far away. She eventually caught up--she didn't seem to care that my laptop was coming even though I explained it to her. She was like, "Is it pink?" and I went, "Um. No?" and she sighed and went, "Sounds boring."
We made it to the house right as the UPS man was driving away. Oh please oh please let Tom have heard the doorbell. I burst into the house and went, "Is it here?"
"Nice to see you too," Tom said with a scowl.
I kissed him briefly on the cheek. "I love you. Is it HERE?" I scanned the room. Where was the box?
"Is what here?" Tom answered.
"ARE YOU JOKING?" He was joking, right? He had to be joking. What if he wasn't joking? What if he didn't answer the door? What if--
I saw a smirk playing on Tom's lips.
"You are joking. Where is it?"
Tom shrugged. "Who knows?"
He put it in the dining room. I found it tucked beside the table. I hugged it to me and went, "Hello, new laptop."
It's so SHINY!
I figured out how to turn it on--mind you, this is my first Apple laptop. And then marveled over why they gave me two cords.
"Do I have to use them both? What if I make the laptop explode? WHY AREN'T THESE INSTRUCTIONS TELLING ME ANYTHING?"
Seriously, the instructions that came with the laptop were very brief.
I had to figure out how to use the trackpad. On Windows laptops you just tap it. This one wanted me to click it.
I was startled when I turned on the laptop again and a sound came up. What was that? Was my laptop hurt? Why did it sound like the opening note to Nothing Compares To You?
When I'm on Safari sometimes the window disappears. I have to figure out where it went.
I downloaded a picture and had to find where that went.
I discovered how to copy and paste the shortcut way. (It's that loopy design plus C to copy. And then that loopy design plus V to paste. V. Yes, that threw me off.)
I'm learning terms like launch pad and dock. I feel like I'm going into space.
I love my new laptop.
And it's all mine because I am not sharing.