probably actually cook instead of sit and watch Frank do it (or maybe not - he eyes me suspiciously and hovers defensively towards the stove every time I even look like I'm thinking about touching a frying pan)
likely get more sleep, since I wouldn't be unable to sleep because I can't turn my brain off of COMPOSE BLOG POST mode
exercise parts of my body other than my fingers
not have to constantly rewind TV shows on the DVR because I get distracted and miss all the action
clean more often than Super Saturday (which is code for spend hours doing all the chores that I should have done Sunday-Friday )
But without my laptop, I'd also:
never have met my best friend (friendship est. 2001 via message board)
never have met my other close, close friend and also former intended mother in 2003
have never learned about surrogacy or found such a wonderful wealth of information and support on Surrogate Mothers Online (SMO).
have never matched with any of my four sets of amazing intended parents
would never have had the honor of getting to say, "Yes, I'm pregnant, but it's not mine. It's a white kid." (then subsequently laugh my royal arse off at the unassuming victim's jaw-dropped shock and confusion)
probably have gone off the deep end once I started the second year of trying to conceive, had it not been for the support of the infertility message board I stumbled on in 2000.
never have the chance to cross bridges and expand my horizons by reading the beautiful words of others who have their own stories to tell.
not have all of you here to cheer me on, make me laugh, and help me not feel like the only one walking around who cringes and gags a little when someone says something like, I get pregnant so easily, that if my lacy pink Vickie's Secrets mingles with his Jockeys in the washer, I get knocked up!
Who needs a clean house, a homecooked non-nuked meal, mountain rain-scented laundry (that is also folded and put away), eight hours of continuous sleep, and a smallish, can't-pinch-an-inch-on-this butt and abs, anyway?
How long can you go without your computer before yo start twitching and foaming at the mouth? I made it about 4 minutes, 7.3 seconds before I started having convulsions.
Seriously, though - what do you value most about your computer and Internet access?
But without my laptop, I'd also:
Who needs a clean house, a homecooked non-nuked meal, mountain rain-scented laundry (that is also folded and put away), eight hours of continuous sleep, and a smallish, can't-pinch-an-inch-on-this butt and abs, anyway?
How long can you go without your computer before yo start twitching and foaming at the mouth? I made it about 4 minutes, 7.3 seconds before I started having convulsions.
Seriously, though - what do you value most about your computer and Internet access?