And the Stars of the show, Lee and Mac

As anyone who checked out my links when I first posted yesterday morning found out...they didn't work. I spent hours setting the things up, following instructions (or so I thought) only to have them fail. I found that there was no way while in composition to check them to make sure they would actually take you from the starting point to the destination. Instead you got lost out in cyberworld with a reading of "ERROR SITE NOT FOUND" and one very helpful instruction was "this site does not exist, therefore you can have it if you want it." Really. Would I tell you I saw it if I didn't? It may not have read exactly that way, but that was the message it delivered. I went back over the whole thing, checking for spelling errors or misplaced punctuation, corrected what I found, saved corrections, etc. Mac came in to find out why I was slamming the keyboard up and down on the computer desk...gave me a hug to calm me down and started explaining again just how it works. I was nodding and sobbing and cheering up and then I sat down and went and played in blogland and got the hell out of my post site. I had fun. I promptly forgot all about the linkage that's missing between my brain and the computer. Happy days. This morning my pal Lee (I'd put a link to her but what is the point, it wouldn't work so I'll just type her address in here) http://chrysalisdreams.blogspot.com/ sent me the most simple instructions plus another blogger's address (she used a link, show off) who breaks it down even farther. Honest to Heaven, I was sitting there nodding and agreeing with her, just like I do with Mac. I was expecting her to see me and she was saying, oh good, she's got it. My dear Lee, my Darling Mac, you just don't understand. In a world of where my links send you off into oblivion, you are masters of all you survey. I am the wife and mother of two, for a total of three people in my family who are dingdanged brilliant when it comes to computers. Mac can build one in a day. My older son designs layouts that make my heart beat faster. My baby son keeps a large hospital's computers on the straight and narrow. I sit in the corner like a babbling idiot who can't grasp the first thing about links. I'm pretty sure there are support groups for people like me. When I find one in my area I can stand up and say "hello, my name is Sandi. I'm a computer illiterate."