Jessie came over last night for a quick update for my computer. He's decided now that it's dying a slow death and needs to be put out of its misery. A new computer is in order. Well, I needed to spend money again so I guess that's coming up soon. Afterwards, Chris and Jessie talks computer talk for a long while about my computer needs and inabilities. The following conversation really happened, although it's been slightly modified for dramatic effect:

Chris to Reese: "Who's your FTP?"
Reese: "You want to know the name of my florist?"
Jessie to Chris: "See, this is what I'm dealing with."
Reese: "No, seriously, isn't FTP the name of a florist?"
Chris: "That's FTD."
Reese: "Oh, right. What's an FTP?"

Once again, I say, I want to go back to handwriting and candle light.