Joey bought me my PowerBook about five months ago, and I have used it for writing oodles of pages in my stories, watching DVDs when there’s nothing else to do, and surfing the Interwebs while I wait for Joey to get outta class on Tuesday and Thursday nights.  I love my lappy!

I’d had the thing for about a month when I lost the protective cap on the charger.  You know, the part that keeps the important pieces from snapping off so the computer can get properly charged?  That protective piece.

“How did you lose that?” Joey asked me.  (Let it hereby be said that he has never lost a part for his laptop.  Ever.)

“Um…I don’t know.  If I knew how I lost it then I wouldn’t have lost it,” I replied.

Joey mumbled something about how I can’t be trusted with electronic devices (at least that’s what I assume he mumbled) and that was the last time he gave me any sort of harassment for losing a piece to my laptop.

On Friday night, Laura had a blogging party at her house.  We sat on her couch and ate pizza, carrot sticks and enormous chocoloate chip cookies while we watched The Devil Wears Prada and typed feverishly on our laptops.  Mine was low on charge, so I plugged the power brick into the extension cord (Apple is so awesome at designing good products) and tossed the prong adapter, which I had removed to put the extension cord piece on, into my purse.

OR SO I THOUGHT.

About 10:30 I started falling asleep on Laura’s couch while we played The Northwest Trail on Facebook (don’t knock it till you’ve drunk the Kool-Aid; it’s good stuff).  I threw my lappy and all its sundry pieces into my lappy bag and went home.

On Saturday, while Joey was filming that wedding all day, I got my laptop out to watch Anne of Avonlea while I ironed, but I realized I was missing a piece.

That stupid little prong adapter.

Dangit.  Joey was gonna fire me for sure this time!

I called Laura to see if she’d seen my adapter.  No dice.  I emptied out my purse and laptop bag, the only two things I had taken over to her house the night before. No dice.

The stupid thing was lost.

I finished my ironing and then zipped out of the house and over to NorthPark where my first stop was the Apple store.  I walked up to the first salesperson and said, “I lost the prong adapter on my power brick.  I need to buy a new one, do you have any?”

He directed me to another guy who said no, they didn’t sell any but maybe I could find one on the internet.

“OK, I’ll look,” I said.  “Gosh, I am so dead meat.  This is not the first part I’ve lost for my laptop.”

“I’ll be right back,” the guy said.  “Stay right here.

He was gone for about five minutes, then he returned and threw something in my bag.

“Leave now,” he said.

I was confused.  I shook my bag around and saw that he had given me a prong adapter.  “Shouldn’t I pay you for this?” I asked.

“I didn’t sell you anything, now go.”  He said, looking down at his laptop.

I giggled.  “Thanks.”

“I didn’t sell you anything,” the guy repeated.

I buzzed around the mall, finished up my shopping and went home.  I still had about four hours until Joey came home, so I finished watching Anne of Avonlea as I simmered chicken and beef broth on the stove (long, long story there).  When Joey came home later, I decided I’d play the whole “adapter loss” scenario up for dramatic impact.

“Um…..hi,” I said.

“What did you do?” He asked me.

“You know that adapter part thingy on my power brick?” I asked, dragging it out.

“Did you lose that?”

“Yes.”

“GOSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!” He sighed, dramatically.

“I lost it at the blog party.”

I paused.

“But I went to the Apple store and they gave me a new one.”

Joey just laughed.  “That’s perfect.  Your old one was really loose and I didn’t like it.”

The next day during church I found my original, loosey-goosey prong adapter in my purse.  Apparently it had fallen behind a bunch of stuff…somehow I had missed it when I had removed everything earlier.

“Well, now we have a backup for the next time you lose it,” Joey said.