Don't pay the ransom, I escaped

I don't know if there's a heaven but I just returned from Gateway Hell. It started out simple enough. My browser wouldn't work. Several phonecalls to the Gateway Techs later everything I'd laboriously saved was gone! "Yea we're gonna put this nifty little patch in and fix everything for you" was the last thing I remember them saying. The next thing I hear is "Your computer has crashed there's nothing we can do." Then when I'd resigned myself to the reality that I lost it all I find out that when we bought this computer they left out a little thing called an application CD. Gateway told me "Jeez that's to bad. If you had dicovered that it was missing within 90 days of the purchase date we would have replaced it." My bro-in-law Rob once told me the squeaky wheel always gets the grease. I started squeaking real loud. Fingernails on the chalkboard loud. They finally caved and agreed to reinstall everything at their Metairie store. I guess the Christian thing would be to feel grateful but I can't get past contempt and indignation.
Just got back from the mighty Sea Lion where we started a three-riser installation from the top down. We put the splash zone pieces in the clamps and hung the next six on horizontals with nylon straps and snuck out under the cover of darkness. Small wonder the stock is at $5 and holding. I apologize to all my fellow stockholders.
We just flanged up day three of grandchildren sitting. I don't remember kids being this tiring. Must be like childbirth, you only remember the good parts. Like conception. Well it was good for me anyway.
Well it's late and I gotta get up early to make pancakes, wipe the baby's ass and get to church. The Church of the Holy Yacht Club.
DSDE