One: The number of sighs that my laptop gave just before its last breath.
Two: The number of promises made to the "easily bribed with sexual favors" husband in exchange for a shiny replacement.
Three: The number of squeals I gave when I opened the pretty little box.
Seventy-Six: The number of dollars spent for the super program that would move all of my programs and files from the recently departed laptop to the new one.
Thirty-Two: The number of hours it took for said programs and files to be moved over.
Twenty-Seven: The number of minutes the new laptop worked after the moving of said files.
Fifteen: The number of times I took the Lord's name in vain after the new laptop crashed for the first time.
Forty-Two: The number of times that I cursed the heavens after the new laptop crashed for the third time.
One: The number of hours it took to restore the new laptop to factory condition, erasing all of the newly migrated data.
One: The number of times that the aforementioned super program that moves over all of my files and programs can be used.
One: The number of times I had already used it.
Four: The number of hours that I spent migrating files by hand before…
Two: The number of speakers that did not work on the new laptop.
Five: The number of other odd glitches that I subsequently found on the new laptop.
Three: The number of hours that I had slept at this point.
Twenty-Three: The number of minutes it took to convince the husband to take the new laptop back to the store for me.
One: The number of additional "favors" required.
Zero: The number of replacements available at the computer place.
Five: The number of times I had to hold the phone away from my mouth so that I didn't scream my husband's ear off.
Two: The number of times the salesperson heard me screaming over the phone and voiced her concern.
Thirty-Eight: The number of minutes it took for me to decide on an alternate model.
Four: The number of hours I spent migrating files "by hand"… Again.
Three: The number of very important programs that I couldn't find files for…
Thousands: The number of emails, files, and various things sent to Elvis or wherever it is they go.
Seven Hundred: The number of tears cried.
Three: The number of days spent in hell.
Six: The number of hours slept
Four-Thirty: In the morning.
One: Insane Person.
Save me.

rachel-asouthernfairytale
Monday, 16 February, 2009 at 9:12ouch. I hope you get it all bueno soon, babe.
Sandy
Monday, 16 February, 2009 at 9:17Man…that sucks. I take it the new one is working now though?
Angie
Monday, 16 February, 2009 at 12:09I wish I could say I have no idea how you feel. Unfortunately, for me, I bought an Acer once. So I know EXACTLY how you feel. I am sorry for your loss!
Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing]
Monday, 16 February, 2009 at 20:07I will stab a bitch for messing with my computer even if that means Steve Jobs.
(are my design files OK? if not, I know a guy who can bust some knees)
Mr. Shakespeare
Monday, 16 February, 2009 at 22:34Still waiting on them "favors".
Katherine
Tuesday, 17 February, 2009 at 16:33My shiny new Dell laptop crashed one week after I purchased it. I wept, WEPT, to the lady over the phone. It worked. I suggest weeping. Replacement shiny new Dell laptop two days later, in the mail.
MommyTime
Tuesday, 17 February, 2009 at 19:588 million: the number of hugs I send, having gone through something very similar myself a few years ago.
Qweenie
Tuesday, 17 February, 2009 at 20:52Oh sweetie! You shoulda called I would've listened to you scream at me…..
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