My sister came over late this afternoon, mostly because she had to bring her son back to his school early this evening, and she really didn’t want to have to drive all the way home and then back to the school. (She lives about half an hour away from the school.) Made perfect sense to me, and the deal was even sweeter when she offered to pick my daughter up from school and bring her home. Worked for me! This meant I was able to start finish shopping for her teacher’s presents!

While my sister was here, she asked me about my laptop. I have a Panasonic CF-W7 Toughbook. It’s a tough little mini that does everything I could possibly want a computer to do, with the added bonus of having a full-sized keyboard–which was vitally important to me when I was shopping for a new and small laptop, since I intended to do all of my writing on it. (Just so you know, I’ve had it for close to nine months now, and I LOVE it.)

She was impressed at the feel of the keyboard, as well as the positioning of the touchpad (i.e. it’s placed in such a way that it’s a rare thing to accidentally mouse while typing–which, as we all know, can be a real pain in the ass.) I opened up a blank Word document for her so that she could play around with it. She typed for a little bit, then handed it back to me. I looked at the screen and saw:

Dear Santa,

Please give me 2 hours of time alone for Christmas. I am not sure it will fit under the tree, but please try.

I couldn’t resist. I typed the following and handed the laptop to her.

Dear Sherry,

I’m only Santa, not God. Gimme a fucking break. Why don’t you just ask for a pony?