So my hubby is a pretty good handy man and even a decent computer dude, but I believe he found his match today. Here is the story from the beginning:
A few weeks ago my wonderful hubby was able to go on a trip to Portugal for a conference. Lucky I know. He took my camera to take pictures for me and they are amazing! When I get the chance I will post some of them. Anywho, he tried to download some pictures on to his computer by utilizing it's card reader not realizing he needed to have the little adapter card reader with my card because it's smaller than others. So needless to say, it got stuck inside the computer. Well, tonight he dared to open the laptop up and get the card out. The down side to this? Now he can't get his laptop to start up. Hmmm.... what to do in this time of crisis. Three things come to mind: 1) We could take it to a real computer dude to get it fixed. 2) We could go buy a new one. 3) My wonderful hubby could attempt to fix it again. The out come to all of the above, I am afraid, will result in a new laptop. But alas we shall see. Only time and a few hours of silent reflection on my part will bring this dilemma to an end. Good luck MWH. I love you and hopefully you will come out of this unscathed.
So today Ian and I ran to wally-world for a few odds and ends for our camping trip tonight. I thought it would be fun to get the small cans of A&W root beer for the boys along with stuff to make s'mores and just general goodies to munch on. While I was in the camping isle looking for a charcoal chimney, Ian discovered how to open a can of soda by popping the lid using his teeth! So exciting... I know. So after we had that discovery, he discovered just how wet you can get by pouring soda on yourself! Isn't this fascinating? So being the good mom that I am I decided to strap him in, take away the soda and head to the checkout line. I spotted the perfect line: One lady checking out and no one else there yet. So I dashed to the line and piled my treasure up on the conveyor belt and all the while Ian is intent with trying to escape. The checker was doing a wonderful job at getting our stuff scanned and taken care of, but she wasn't quite fast enough, Ian figured out how to get himself unbuckled. Oh the horror. Oh the tragedy. Now I have no way to keep my child securely fastened in the cart. What am I to do? Any suggestions would be helpful!
