Which meant that, after we moved the kids’ computer across the room, realized that the sofa had to be moved, moved the sofa, moved the grumpy cat, went down to the basement, brought up the desk that we we’ve been meaning to bring up for three months, sorted out the wires, rewired the computer, banged my effing head on the effing desk draw three times running, realized that the little item in one USB port was actually there for the wireless, and had everything up and running… the keyboard STILL wouldn’t operate and we’ve gone through all the spares already. Guess it’s off to Best Buy in the morning, then. Just as soon as I spent forty minutes in a steam room to clear out the dust clog currently blocking my nasal passages.
Shorter Moe Lane: WHEE!