A short story – When Doug and I were dating I spilled a giant coffee all over one of his keyboards and completely ruined it. He smiled and said it was okay but I still believe he cried as soon as I left. 
A short story – When Doug and I were dating I spilled a giant coffee all over one of his keyboards and completely ruined it. He smiled and said it was okay but I still believe he cried as soon as I left.
It was the original Microsoft Natural keyboard before they messed up the design. My wrists have hurt ever since that night bringing torrents of tears at the end of a hard day of programming for money to make my wife’s life more luxurious. I wince and endure knowing that her comfort is increaed through my pain. Such are my masochist tendencies. So my tears may be tears of joy from a sloppy moment that helped bring together a glorious love. But to truly understand my gloom we must explore the true sin for a keyboard is but a piece of easily replaceable electronic. On that dreaded night, a artistically brewed cup of java was laid to waste. All mourn!