A Not-So-Perfect Storm
See my new baby netbook? Cute, eh? I didn't get it without a fight. A week ago I was storming around the house because I was NOT getting my way. I'd found the perfect little laptop and was all set to rush out and buy it, but Dennis said I needed to wait and think about it first. My husband, unlike me, moves at the speed of molasses in January. All my arguments (I had done my research, this was the ONLY one that would work for me, and I needed it before the writer's conference I was going to the end of the month) fell on stubbornly deaf ears. Now I have to say my "storming around the house" was not a literal storming. I've matured a lot since the day I slammed my office door so hard the family picture fell off the wall, broke the glass, and gouged Dennis' smiling face in the photo. But I was frustrated, rebellious and bitter, and the storm lasted an hour or so before the sun broke through and I was able to let go and get on with my life. Then, ...