I’ve been compiling video footage, transferring things to DVD, all very mundane. Press clippings, TV Food Network appearance, 20/20, etc. Work-related. So while I was digging through video, I figured, "Those grandparents deserve a nice treat." I’m thoughtful on God’s day of rest. I attempted to make a compilation of greatest bean moments (kids sucking on blocks) and create a DVD for the families. This was all working beautifully, until the Mac program iDVD crapped out, freezing my MacBook Pro. This leads me into forums searching for things like "freeze" and "not loading." Not fun.

Which brings me to today, a gloriously craptastic day filled with crapjacks for everyone. Since I’d promised to get the work-related footage out the door by Monday, I was pressed to burn something, and had to get the program to work. Hence, I camped out at the Mac store (before it even opened) without an appointment. I’d tried to make one online, but all the stores in Austin were booked.

The Genius Bar wasn’t very genius at all. I was brutally rebuffed. "Not without an appointment, and Sunday is our busiest day…" the hipster boyman said. "If you maybe come back in two hours, we might be able to squeeze you in, but probably not." Die.

I left the mall deflated, craving Thai pizza. I drove to another Apple store to beg. I phoned Phil to let him know I was still on the move. It was 11AM. I’d left the house at 10AM. The babies would be up at noon for lunch. I really wanted to be back, to relieve Phil and give him a break, since I’d spent ALL DAY SATURDAY TRYING TO BURN AND CREATE DVDS. I let Phil know I was on my way to The Domain (a fancy shopping center), and that there would soon be begging, to which he responded, "Do me a favor?"  I didn’t say anything. "Undo your top button."

The very first thing I thought when he said it: Oh, snap. He’s remembering that I wore this PINK (as in Thomas) pink button-down, and he noticed the one "mighty button" struggling to keep my boobs contained. The fabric was pulling. But I had left the house in such a hurry, Phil didn’t have a chance to say, "You’re not seriously going to wear that, are you?" So now he was telling me to just undo it. Ooooh, then it clicked. It wasn’t about my one mighty button at all. It was about showing off my mighty boobs, to get a leg up at the Genius bar. It was a genius plan, indeed.

While I didn’t have an appointment, and while they were completely booked, I still managed to get serviced (without unbuttoning). Though a smile always helps. Then after 4 HOURS at the bar, I filled out paperwork, and they took away my computer. "It’s a hardware problem, but we don’t know what it is." Sadly, even the mightiest of power, shift, and esc buttons couldn’t fix things.

*As an aside, there’s nothing worse than a woman wearing a top that’s too small. Where the fabric around the bust pulls. It makes you look twenty pounds heavier. Mine only really buckled when I stood with my shoulders pulled back.  It’s a shirt I shouldn’t wear until I lose another ten pounds.