Binge thinking

Long time no key...(s)...some idiot spilled a glass of water on the keyboard a few days back(me)and I was left to my thoughts. Binge thinking, hung over as hell! My head is pounding, eyes bloodshot- to many shots of clear insight.
Already so deep in here, I'll have to wear Muck boots, hope you have yours on too. And about this here new keyboard, well-may I say, compared to the last one, this one performs like a Jaguar. It took a few days to install as well, teens could stand it no more for I was not about to hook it up- see, I can install just about anything that doesn't require directions... or pertain to electronics, plumbing, fuel injections, or harming the environment. Yep, Jill of all trades- mistress of none. (But just give me an exploded view and wallah! I'll piece anything together...)
So, back to the keyboard...the teens look up to their mother, oh yes! They think I should do it all...not can do it all, just should. In looking up to me with their big, pitiful eyes like little baby birds waiting for that fat morsel of a worm...(keyboard installation)-they sat around the old nest here waiting to be fed. Nope, mama didn't budge- tossed the box their way and said "dear children, install it or your computerized party of a life will end." They thought I was bluffing. (But when these dear precious angels really give long pause and think about their mother hen, they know I rarely bluff- unless we're playing cards.) Oh they still used the computer, but could only listen- no reciprocating, no talking....oh the agony! So finally, the boy, the big 6' 3" saxophone playing maniac...took on the chore. It's a wireless keyboard, shouldn't have to install anything at all...except maybe batteries. The boy is a chip off the old block, he don't need no darn directions either! How he cussed(like teens do in front of their moms, no real authentic cuss words, kind of like the kid in Christmas story...futzerjam, mufinmanw,perlitzern,frickk...you get the picture.)fun really, to watch him do over and over again the same function, expecting different results, but the keyboard would not comply. Finally- a cloud of thought arose over his head, and a light bulb appeared, like a dream- the bulb clicked on. "We need batteries, dermiegonnit!" Oh I had to laugh, even I- a directionless winch of a woman- knew a bit about power sources...must have fuel, spark, electricity, solar or...a battery. Did I mention the boy is a minor giant, built like a line backer? He was not amused. Nope, not at all. The light bulb that burned above his head snapped off and horns, actual horns sprouted on his head. The look from those cold eyes told me to produce a frown, an "I'm sorry, tee hee hee..." and some double A's real soon.
So, that's kind of the story in the story of why I have not written, have been on a binge...key less no more. And the boy, the big big boy...stood up to his mother, how dare he! Yep, how dare he... made me proud, that boy sure did grow a bit the other day. Ferknmoleeshiz!
Take care-