Skeptickle

Darco! He came to my rescue yesterday after I unwittingly dumped an entire glass of orange juice onto my open laptop. I mean, it was soaked. What was worse was that a few seconds after I dumped it, my laptop went into trauma-mode and shut down by itself. I knew that was bad bad bad. Panicking, I called Rob at his work. Here’s what he instructed me to do:

1. Shut off the laptop. Already there

2. Take out the battery.

3. Turn it upside down so the liquid can drain out of the keyboard.

4. Wait until he comes home so he can assess the damage.

He came home a few hours later and went right to work unscrewing everything and wiping down what he could. Like a doctor, he sounded optimistic at first but eventually concluded that “it doesn’t look good”. All I could do was wring my hands and sit helplessly on the side like a damsel in distress.

After he was done wiping down the insides, he put everything back together again and pressed the power button. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier hearing the Mac start up sound in my life! Okay, maybe it rivals the time I watched WALL-E with a theater full of Apple employees and when WALL-E recharged his battery he made that sound and the entire theater erupted into whoops and hollers. But obviously this is a different situation entirely.

So yeah, my husband is the best (and in more ways than what I had described) and I dedicate this post to him. I’m going exercise some restraint by withholding further gushing but let’s just say he’ll be coming home to something special tonight .