Last night my daughter and I went to the local internet-equipped cafe. We both took our laptops and sat at the same table. We, not even remotely resembling computer geeks, at least not in the Poindexter physical sense, sat there being snotty and snide about the other patrons and laughing like loons.
I cannot remember the last time I laughed so hard - and to be fair - we laughed hardest at ourselves for being such nerds. The very best part was when Julie, meaning to type something to me, sent it into another window. I really don't know who she was talking to but I'm fairly sure that he still doesn't believe that she sent the single word "buttmart" to her mom.
She does make me smile. Of course, she always has.
