Honey, I think I'm getting wrinkles...

Rest assured, lonely blog: I have not abandoned you.

Allow me to set the scene for you, dear reader.

One Week Ago
A peaceful, unseasonably warm Saturday night. J. has come over to cook dinner for Finn and me. Finn and I play with J.'s new german shepherd puppy (so cute!), then eat. J. helps me put Finn to bed (can you see my heart melting into a disgusting puddle?). We are now on the porch; candles, wine, puppy, a few puffs...lots of great conversation. Many hours and several bottles of wine later, we move inside. I get so excited to show J. my essay for Western Political Thought (Why living adjacent to a foreign country is NOT foreign policy experience) that I open the laptop and pull up my file. As he returns from the bathroom, he says, "Honey...I think I'm getting wrinkles..."

*At this point it's all slow motion in my head, so it may help for you to imagine it that way*

I turn my body to look at him, as he has just thrust his head into my bubble-my wine glass crashes onto the keypad of my laptop...and i just watch.

Five minutes later, I've removed the battery and turned the laptop upside down, and watch, as the damn thing is BLEEDING red wine.

Luckily this story has a happy ending, and Apple was able to repair the machine under warranty, but...I felt as though I had lost a limb for about a week.