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Some Husbands Are More Equal Than OthersI recently had outpatient surgery. They told me to be at the hospital at 5:30 a.m. For someone who wakes up around 10:00 a.m., this is not morning, but more like the middle of the night. My husband goes to bed around that time.So I was surprised when he agreed to be there with me, even though it would disrupt his sleep and he'd be waiting around for hours before I was ready to go home. However, with only 30 minutes sleep, he happily kept me company before they took me to surgery and when I was in recovery. I wasn't sure how long I'd be in the surgery area, or how long I'd be alone in recovery, so, like the writer I am, I took my AlphaSmart 2000—you know you'd do it, too—just in case. As it happened, I couldn't take it in the surgery area at all, and my husband became custodian of my things, including my lovely little Alphie. The next time I gave my Alphie another thought was Sunday morning, when Los Angeles Romance Authors had their meeting. Someone had asked to see it, and so I, as a dutiful and self-confessed Gadget Geek Girl, brought it and powered it up. For those of you unfamiliar with the AlphaSmart, it is a stand-alone word processor that has limited functions. The model I have (2000) has no internet capabilities, unlike the more recent model AlphaSmart calls "Dana." Mine will hold 64 pages and run for about 200 hours on three AA batteries. It has the ability to make those 64 pages into 8 separate files, has spell check, and is fun to hook up to the computer and upload my writing because as the text uploads it scrolls across the screen like some mad wizard typing hella fast. When you turn off the AlphaSmart, it auto-saves. The next time you start up, it will open to the last file you were working in.So, flash again to Sunday and I'm talking to some newer members of Los Angeles Romance Authors and they asked to see my AlphaSmart 2000. I turn it on and it boots to life with a file in which I have typed nothing (to my knowledge). When the file comes up, there is one sentence:I love you my perfect wife.Of course, now I had to go around showing everyone at the meeting what a dear I have for a husband. Then again, this is also the man who was smirking when the nurse asked if I had any bruises. He knew what my answer had to be."No bruises … but I do have two hickies."
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