Load the desktop computer with photos and email and bookmarks and movies and music and 5 people on it almost every minute of every day and sometimes night for over 5 years.
Burn hundreds of photo and movie and music CD's on it.
Use it for business, bookkeeping and banking.
And then one morning try to turn the bloated, exhausted computer on.
You have hope.
Whining is a sign of life, correct?
Not in a computer.
The experts inform that the start-up disk is fried.
Burnt to a crisp.
Nothing to do but replace the disk and hope and pray that all the photos, movies, music, business etc.
are still safe.
The Prude needs to replace her hard-fried disk with a nice, soft, malleable one.
Words cannot express her level of disapproval right now.
But somehow, just because she is muleheaded, she is going to figure out how
to have PhotoJournalism Friday from her tiny laptop.
It may just consist of pictures of her napping dog, (because all her OTHER photos are stuck behind that crispy start-up disk on the desktop) but there will be something at Friday at the Prude.
Right now I am going to find some sackcloth and ashes to sprinkle on my poor, charred desktop computer.