Wow, it's been years since I did that.
Nothing can quite induce the special state of panic that you get when one spills a glass of liquid on one's computer desk.
Not that it's the worst state of panic (no, I think the sound that one's daughter's head makes when she swan dives off the couch into the coffee table (which now has a foam liner, 24 hours too late) takes that distinction), but it certainly is special.
Boy, after typing that parenthetical comment, the main point of this post seems awfully trivial, doesn't it? Though I suppose if I had been near the computer after making sure Anna didn't have a concussion, I'm sure I would have posted about it, too...
(For the record, Anna's fine, other than the rather large bruise in her eyebrow, and the computer equipment all managed to stay dry.)
Not that it's the worst state of panic (no, I think the sound that one's daughter's head makes when she swan dives off the couch into the coffee table (which now has a foam liner, 24 hours too late) takes that distinction), but it certainly is special.
Boy, after typing that parenthetical comment, the main point of this post seems awfully trivial, doesn't it? Though I suppose if I had been near the computer after making sure Anna didn't have a concussion, I'm sure I would have posted about it, too...
(For the record, Anna's fine, other than the rather large bruise in her eyebrow, and the computer equipment all managed to stay dry.)
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It's moisture-proof. I'm surprised a pervert like you didn't already have one.
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glad all is well
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And, no, she didn't hit the top, she hit the edge. It would have still sucked with the padding, but maybe not as much. Not that there was any way to predict it anyway...
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On second thought, it would have probably been much worse if it had been a sharp cornered table... *shudder*
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