I present to the blogging world, my kid.
Actually, this is one of the most delightful Mother's Day presents I have ever recieved. Thanks, Rachel!
I needed a new laptop. Being very impressed with the free customer service my oldest received when her laptop BSoD'ed three days after the warranty expired, I ordered myself the same brand, you know, the one that starts with a "Dell".
I know I am not the best typist in the world, but I do know when I am not causing the cursor to appear somewhere else in a document I am attempting to type, like I sent it through some short-term memory time warp. Due to the fact that I so hate/loathe/despise to talk to Tech-Lack-Of-Support, I emailed Dell and am waiting with baited breath for a reply. Since Google is my friend, and conferring with my brother-in-law, I have determined that this brand of laptop has had issues with wonky keyboards in the past (go Google "wonky keyboards"and Dell will most likely come up in the top ten search replies).
So, we shall see what transpires. By the way, I've had to retrieve my cursor at least fifteen times while typing this post.
My sister tells me one needs to be very specific when asking the Universe for something. Perhaps I should request a codicil.