Secret...

OK, don't let anyone know, but I'm secretly a sci-fi reader. I have loved reading science fiction for about 23 years now. You would think, since I'm married to the computer guy, that he is to, but sadly, no. However, early indications of my children's book choices indicate that they are following more in my footsteps than their father. If they had picked technical manuals, that would be more like Scott.

Anyway, I was so excited this morning while I was wasting time at Sam's Club that I discovered the 13th installment of my Wheel of Time series book!

YEAH!!!

You see, Robert Jordan died before he finished this series. Brandon Sanderson was selected by the author's family to finish the last book, which has turned into three. It is only 843 pages, if only it had been released last week, my recuperation time would have had a purpose. But no worries, my family, house, animals, work, will all be abandoned for a few days while I immerse myself back into this world!

Just leave it...

Scooter was heading off to Cincinnati today, something about sensitivity training or wasting taxpayer money, I'm not sure which. Anyway, last night as he was packing (I should mention my husband packs as if we will never see him again), he managed to not use the largest suitcase, that's good, since he is going to be home Thursday night. But after he had finished packing his suitcase he began looking for all his cords and accessories for his laptop. I casually suggested that maybe he should take a break from the computer and perhaps not take it with him. He looked at me with a mixture of confusion, disgust, bewilderment, and as if I had suddenly grown a couple extra heads.

Undaunted, I pressed on, "I was just thinking how much you have been working lately on all the laptop upgrades at work, you have been going non-stop, maybe you could just veg out for a couple nights. Take your iPod for the plane, but relax." He looked disoriented at this point, so I tried a new track, "Plus, this way you won't have to let those TSA guys near your new laptop." You could see the clouds begin to part, as he remembered a ***** airport screener guy in San Francisco frying a laptop back in 1998 (and that was when laptops were considerably more expensive, oh they payed for it). I could see I had a home run within my grasp, so finished him off with "who knows what these Grand Junction TSA guys are like" (They turned Scott down for a job when he first got out of the Air Force). Nothin' but net!! "I guess I could leave my laptop, I'll just take my iPod, that will be easier."

I really should learn to use my powers for good! Of course I'm taking a chance by exposing myself on the blog, but since he doesn't have his laptop with him tonight, he can't read it! MWAHAHAH!