Blooger

My niece spent the night Saturday, to keep Lucien company, as it was originally supposed to just be him and I. Knowing I had an assload (seriously. If you don't know how much that is, look it UP) of work to do, I ask Jen if I could borrow her daughter for the evening. The whole night was a bust, but that's another story. Delaney (the niece) spilled a cup of water, all over my new keyboard.

Ouch.

I had to go buy a new keyboard, but I only like "soft" keys...I know it sounds weird, like I expect them to be covered in velvet or something, but I don't like the ones that stick up really high. I also don't like spending more than $20 on one, nor do I want a wireless, because then, it will get lost. Much like the damn TiVo remote.

So, I end up with one that has a semi-ergonomic design, and the keys in the middle are extra long. Seriously. The B N G H buttons have a major superiority complex. I wanted to sign into blogger to tell Lucien's "hammish" story, which, is really, quite funny. But I typed Blooger, accidentally.

It was funny.