I’ve mentioned before that I am terrible at waiting for things. Like I am seriously bad at it. I hate to wait for my computer to wake up, my email to load, and the camera to catch up with my trigger finger. I hate waiting at red lights, I hate to wait in line for anything (and so I’ve been putting off renewing my drivers license for months). Waiting kills me. But the past 10 days may have been the worst wait of my life. (Ok, not really. But the worst wait in recent memory.) But finally she is here!
Unsurprisingly she is absolutely filthy. Well, now she’s only half filthy, it’s not hard to see the keys I’ve cleaned. (Thank you dear trusty box of Magic Erasers. Did you know you can get them by the case!?!) I’ve obviously still got some more work to do. She is going to visit Stan the Typewriter Man in the morning and she needs to look somewhat presentable. And by presentable I mean I’ve already used a whole can of canned air blowing dust and grime out of her insides and I’m on my third Magic Eraser for her keys. Also, my patio is covered with grimy Q-tips.
And that is what happiness is.
P.S. I named her Beauty.