Lots of boo-hooing, anxiety, irrational behaviour occurred the other night and it wasn't a knock down drag out with the Boy. Nope, it was me having a freak fest because my kinda new laptop told me it didn't have a hard drive any more. So there, you smart ass lady...take that! The Boy was actually the one who took control and tried to calm me down, telling me to Step Away from the computers. Did I mention that I was trying to piece together three other units, all on their last legs? No passwords, a missing cord...
I eventually pulled it together and so, out of chaos came a connection with someone who may actually become the Man of the House one day.
Could this be him?