This is "a heck of a laptop," she says. To her credit, while mine has broken and been resurrected more than Jesus, her laptop has stayed working all the way through. It is also allegedly just a year older than mine, though you couldn't tell that by the clumsy architecture of the hardware. My mom stares at me, mug of coffee in her dignified hands, calling me an "ungrateful little wretch" with gusto. Then she makes an awkward Internet joke. Anyway, I'm bringing this little machine back with me until mine is fixed. No Stumble, unfortunately, but now I can browse through all her Board of Ed files.
P.S. "My mom never fails to amaze me with her unselfishness and commitment to my happiness." Awww!