Today, I had to call my company's computer gurus again for help. It seems that Mondays are the day for EVERYTHING to break.

So I called up the all-knowing Rob at our office in Detroit, and he walked me through everything patiently and got everything to work again. I asked him if he wanted me to send him a gift for all the help he's given me through the last months when everything breaks. He said, "How 'bout a bottle of 12-year-old scotch?"

I was thinking cookies, but okay.

Thankfully, he was joking.