A sticky love affair

I'm in love. Hopelessly, helplessly, head over heels. I'm addicted. I can't help myself. I'm obsessed. I can't stay away from the object of my obsession. We go everywhere together. We're never separated. If my husband knew about my affair, I'd be in big trouble. He'd kill me. So I'm a goner. I'm in love with my new Alpha Smart. It's soooo great, well, most of the time. I did lose a file yesterday. I must've hit the on and send button when I was carrying it. That's a few hours work lost. Oy! But that was my fault. I can't blame the Alpha Smart. I'll have to get a carry case. I took it to my daughter's softball tournament yesterday, knowing we'd be there several hours, knowing my laptop doesn't hold a charge for but a couple minutes (so I couldn't work on my edit anyway sans a real computer), hating to waste so much time. I was carrying several things and had my hands full and it never occurred to me that I'd accidentally turn it on AND delete a file. At least I'd uploaded all but one file to my computer or I'd be in a bigger bind. But I recovered. I was able to write a few thousand words. Everybody, the girls and the parents, were fascinated by my toy. If I had a distributorship, I'd be rich. I could sell so many. Everybody loved it and wants one. It's also light and didn't kill my shoulder like my lap top. By the way, my daughter's team won second place in the tournament. I don't really consider they lost the last game. Get this. In the championship game, they had only played 2 innings, had 28+ minutes left on the clock, and it was starting to get dark but not all the way dark yet, and the umpire called the game and awarded it to the other team. I couldn't believe it. From before the game started, the umpire kept walking over to the guy sitting next to us who he called his cousin, and couldn't stop talking about how hungry he was and how anxious he was to get out of there to eat pizza. I thought he was joking at first about wanting to get out of there fast. He obviously wasn't joking. I was so mad. I've never wanted to kill an ump before - well, my hubby who's an ump, but not in conjunction with his umpiring duties...