The latest word is...my computer guru is awaiting a quote from some Pakistanis in New Jersey. See what you get for living in the middle of nowhere? I am beginning to feel like I am in a Seinfeld episode and pretty soon the credits are going to start to roll and I won't know what's so funny.

The next funny thing...is watching me attempt to use Tina's cell phone. It rings, well, it doesn't really "ring," it makes this noise like a slot machine. I pick it up. It is very, very small. These giant fingers have to figure out which magic button I am supposed to poke and then get it to my ear fast enough to say hello...instead of doing that, though, I drop it. Finally, I get it back in my hands and can't tell where you are supposed to talk. Where is that circle with the little holes that the sound goes through? I don't get it. While I am certainly grateful for the computer, I see the value in that, these damn miniaturized doo-hickeys make me feel like I have King Kong fingers.

Will update you tomorrow...on whether my baby will be taking a trip to the Jersey shore. Meanwhile, I will worry about whether or not I should have cleaned some of the more bizarre things off of it before dropping it off. So, until tomorrow, when I return to work, I will bid you a fond adieu and ask that you burn some kind of sacrifice to the computer goddess for the quick recovery of my baby.