A bit of mourning this morning!!!

I'm slow to post today because I'm just a little sad . . . Don't make fun you heartless bastards, there has been a loss in this basement battle station.

My trusty mouse pad gave out yesterday evening.

It seems like not so long ago when I first began the relationship with the brand new, perky companion.



For better or worse it's one of the longest relationships I've ever been in, but maybe it was time that got the best of it just like it will with everyone else. It held up for longer than I expected and I believe that I've been more intimate with the mouse pad than anyone else . . . My favorite blue mouse pad was witness to all of my web surfing habits, all of my many hours on the computer, sharing every one of my bodily excretions (including snot) . . . It wasn't so many cans of Dr. Pepper spilled on the mouse pad that caused her demise but clearly the lack of love.

It's important that we deal with loss appropriately so I'd like to share an image of my mouse pad and the damage that I've done over the years.



Ugh. Gross . . . This is almost as bad as those photos of celebrity women without their makeup.

Now a lot of you d-bags might want to apply this to the real world but my ex-girlfriends have all went on to do well, actually leave in better shape then when I met them (damn Jenny Craig) and marry far more attractive and successful men than TKC (which is not hard by the way).

But I'd like to think that the condition of this mouse pad reflects the true impact on the psyche of anyone or thing engaged in a long term relationship with TKC. Much like an ex girlfriend the mouse pad promised to change me, make me more efficient and make my life more pleasurable . . . Unlike an ex-girlfriend, the mouse pad didn't have the good sense to leave after it became apparent that none of that was going to happen.

Yet, for a moment I was just a bit melancholy over the loss of such a trusted companion . . . Then again, very much like an ex-girlfriend I easily found a replacement that was just as sleek, perky and shiny as the last upon first meeting. The old one goes out in the garbage today and after writing all of this I find that it's far easier to get over the loss than I first imagined which also reminds me of ex-girlfriends. Heh.