last tuesday: dropped iphone within two hours of removing the screen protector (because the corner was peeling off and i'm a picker and i couldn't help pulling the whole thing). now my screen is a shattered spider web. still works perfectly if you can avoid chards of glass. apparently they can fix just the glass screen, but it's almost as expensivo as a new phone, so right now i am just avoiding chards of glass.
on saturday: recovering from working all friday night, i had scarlett in bed with me at 3 in the afternoon when i woe up. she was playing with, you guessed it, my ipad. i heard some banging but thought nothing of it a) because she's done that with no harm before, and b) think about how functional you would be waking up at 3 in the morning. then later saturday night i go to use it and the bottom two thirds of the screen are all squiggly colored lines. haven't even researched yet if its fixable, but assume its a goner.
and finally, the worst of the bunch, sunday: remember how i said i couldn't upload more pics to my comp because there was no room. so i tried to delete some unneeded files from the hard drive. my macbook pro is actually david's old one, so when i came across a folder called "david," i thought nothing of moving it to the trash. i knew that he had copied all his work files to his new computer and had them backed up so deleting this folder would free up tons of space on the computer for me. after pressing "empty trash" and feeling so proud of myself for a minute or two as i watched the free space on the hard drive increase, i finally told david what i was doing. MAGGIE! STOP! the hard drive is named "david!" you are deleting everything on the computer!!!
F. M. L.
next, i spent the better part of an hour yelling at my husband that it was obviously his fault this happened because he didn't help me in the first place when he knows how much i hate computers!! then, i'm pretty sure i started crying.
after that was through, david tried to recover as much of the deleted items as possible. by the end of sunday night, it appeared as if everything in iphoto (all i really care about) was restored. sigh of relief.
well, now i actually just tried to go into iphoto to pick some pics for the blog and all i get is a big fat pixelated exclamation mark when i try to open a photo. my life in pictures erased!!
surely you have everything backed up, right mammamags?
the long answer is: no.
F. M. L.
F. M. L.
currently, i am blogging about this nightmare as computer whiz daddydave is researching a solution. will keep you updated.