W-W-W-W-W-Wipe-Out!

I stared at the screen as it went through a series of sputters, gasps, startups, coughs, hiccups, burps, and wheezes. If I could have given it MTS (mouth-to-screen) resuscitation, I would have. (I know, kind of gross, isn't it?) But, in the end, there was nothing I could do to save it. And now, I'm left wondering... what in the world did I lose? I have no idea yet just how horribly this passing will affect my life. The burning question on everyone's lips, "Did you back up?" Did I WHAT? Did I WHAT? I'm sorry, but "backing up" requires admitting that there may be a problem with your computer. It requires fore-thought, and since I am in a constant state of denial (as most procrastinators are), my answer is "of course not." The bad thing is that now my husband can say "I told you so," which lucky for him, so far he hasn't. As Shakespeare once said, "Hell hath no fury like a woman whose computer has crashed." (Isn't that what he said?) Oh, well, I'll have to Google it while I'm here at the coffee shop with my laptop (it still works, but the clock is ticking, I'm sure), because I won't be able to at home. And now, I must try, amidst my grief, to craft an obituary worthy of my faithful CPU. How's this for starters? Charles Percival Under-the-Desk (aka "CPU") died comfortably at home on May 18, 2007. He was a hard worker, in fact, he never left the office once. He leaves behind two close companions and trusted confidantes, "Keyboard" and "Monitor" and an adopted son, "Mouse"....