There's an old saying, "You don't know what you've got until you lose it."
I have lost my pink wireless mouse.
Well, lost isn't exactly true. It's sitting here on my desk. The little red light underneath shines brightly when I pick it up, but ... to quote Star Trek's Dr. McCoy, "It's dead, Jim."
I was out of town and working on the laptop when it happened. I do not like the mouse device/pad they give you on a laptop. For one thing, I can never highlight anything with it. The idea of approaching the day's work without my wireless mouse was daunting. But I was out in the sticks. Where was I going to find another wireless mouse? The nearest Walmart was at least a half an hour's drive (if not more).
I had another mouse in my laptop case, but even with new batteries it didn't want to work, either.
Someone on Facebook told me that dropping a mouse (which I seem to do a lot, thanks to my cute but tiny desk) will kill it. Um...I think I dropped it three times the day before it died. But I was working along and it just stopped dead. So I changed the battery (which I'd had to do about every three weeks during the summer).
Dead, dead, dead.
Oh well, glad I had gassed up the car the day before, because it looked like Walmart here I come. Except . . . I think I'm done with wireless mice. I decided to get one with a wire.
They seem to live longer.
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