PIGMET: Do you think they will have forgottin us, since we been away for so long?
MAIR: I don't think so, Met. They like us a whole lot. Anyway, they might forget me, but they would never forget YOU!
PIGMET: hee HEE!
MAIR: And they are such nice people, they were worried while we were gone; they wondered if perhaps I was having a lupus flare.
PIGMET: Butja wernt! And I wasnt eether.
MAIR: No, and I wanted to thank all the kind people who asked about me--Sherry, Paulette and Jane; and to Shelagh and Bev for sending updates on me. I appreciate that so much.
PIGMET: Yeah, what she said--me too!
MAIR: Should be tell them what happened?
PIGMET: Yahump! [that means yes]
MAIR: In a nutshell, though...
PIGMET: It sure won't fit there!
MAIR: Okay, well. Here's what happened: I had a noise like a blender coming from my computer. Not a good sound. I opened up the computer to find the fan on the CPU was wearing out. Not knowing any reliable tech personally, I called someone out of the yellow pages. After all, we are replacing a $5 fan here. Probably 30 minutes labor, tops. Ha ha.
Long story short: I was at the video store ranting about all this to my friend who works there, and she immediately said "my husband works on computers. We are going to get that computer back for you and fix it."
If we knew from the beginning that the whole guts were fried, I would have had my computer much faster. But the evil tech had stolen the RAM out of my computer, so we couldnt test anything! So we had to get it put together piece by piece. So now I've got what amounts to a whole new computer, including much of the software
PIGMET: An the case is new an has a blue light like a flashlight on the front, an when we don't play with the computer, then FISHES come onta the screen; seven fishes and a REEF and a creeping starfish, too.
MAIR: That's right, that is all the really important stuff...
I am trying to stave off my yearly winter chest cold, but it feels like it may be taking hold of me now. I think the stress of all this computer stuff is getting to me. You know. Calling tech support and being put on hold... having them take an hour to help you with something that should have taken 10 minutes. That kind of stuff stresses me out.
PIGMET: But don't worry! Me and Darlene are here to take care of her!
MAIR: That's right. So that is all I am going to write in this post. Just like all the rest of you... I gotta go lie down and rest.
From your good friend Mair, And your Devoted Nephew Pigmet
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