A Repartee

repartee -  rep·ar·tee (r p r-t , -t , -är-). n. 1. A swift, witty reply. 2. Conversation marked by the exchange of witty retorts.

I'm so excited!  Why you ask?  Because I spent Saturday impressing others with my brilliant conversational skills and my stunning wardrobe at a lavish affair and I can't wait to tell you about it.

image from google

Okay, not really.  But right now I am sitting at my own desk, writing this from my computer.  M gave her CPR and she arose from the dead!  So on to reality.

M sat down with her Saturday before I even got out of bed.  Hours before I got out of bed.  Of course, this is a common occurrence at our house. When I finally got up at the mid-morning to him time of 7:15  he told me that somehow he had made my computer a slave to his and was attempting to retrieve my files.  Or something like that.  I would have thought "poor girl" and responded "woohoo" if my brain had been awake.  He being of the male species and an engineer type to boot attempted to explain to me exactly what that was and what he was doing.  I kind of blankly stared at him.  He being of the male species, an engineer type and smart to boot got the message pretty quickly and left me alone.  About 10:30 A brief while later, after my brain had defogged (sort of) for the day he sat me down for a conversation about computers.  One of those brilliant, mind challenging repartees we have about anything boring technical, mechanical or businesslike.

In self defense,  I insisted the conversation be accompanied by caffeine laden beverages.

image from google

No not mine, these are prettier than mine.

Him:  Honey, you do realize that computers only have a certain amount of memory or storage space in them right?
Me:  Ahuh.  (while pouring a glass of caffeine laden beverage)
Him:  Now I realize that there is no one to compare to you about the amount of stuff that can be packed in an automobile to go on a trip or pack a box for a move so that there is not one square inch of space left.  But....
Me:  Ahuh (heading for a chair with my caffeine laden beverage while vaguely thinking "uh my sister? but why?")
Him:  you really can't pack or load a computer the same way.
Me:  Oh. (swirling the ice around in my caffeine laden beverage while mentally giggling because a picture pops into my still not all the way with it brain of my computer full of little guys kind of like this scurrying around  carrying boxes)

image from google

Him.  And you do realize that your computer is not that new right?
Me:  Ahuh. (muffled through the mouthful of caffeine laden beverage)
Him:  You know how our dogs aging compares to our aging right?
Me: Ahuh (briefly forgetting my caffeine laden beverage and thinking "what the heck?" - I think in whole words, not letters and also in pictures like this)

older pet education

Him:  Well a computer's life is kind of like that.  Okay?
Me:  Ahuh.  (back to totally enjoying the caffeine laden beverage)
Him:  And you know that as our dogs get older we have to treat them with care and not expect as much out of them.
Me:  Ahuh.  (sipping said caffeine laden beverage while thinking "uh, computer?")
Him:  And you know how irritated you get with J when he overloads your washing machine?
Me.  Ahuh.  (again briefly forgetting my caffeine laden beverage and thinking "first dogs and now washing machines?  hello, computer? and another picture forms")

overloading is bad

Him:  Well your computer only has 40 gigabytes of memory.
Me:  Ahuh. (back to enjoying the caffeine laden beverage)
Him:  You have more than 10 gigabytes of photos in your files.  Really closer to 11.
Me:  Oh.  (but thinking "well what's the problem I still have 29 left")
Him:  Think about packing for a move and realizing that more than 1/4 of your space can not be used because it is filled with boxes of photos.
Me:   Ahuh.  (imbibing more caffeine laden beverage)
Him.  And that the boxes are not all stacked neatly in one corner but are over here and over there and you have to not only pack other stuff around them but you have to move all around them to pack anything.
Me:  Oooooh.  (a light bulb going on somewhere and totally forgetting the caffeine laden beverage)
Him:  I've actually figured out that the only thing wrong with your computer is that there is not enough memory for the operating program to function.
Me:  Oh, you mean I tried to put 5 pounds of stuff into a 1 pound can.
Him:  Well maybe 5 pounds into a 4.5 pound can, but you get the idea.
Me:  Ahuh.

See how well I repartee.

The result of this was that I spent a large part of Saturday afternoon sitting in front of M's computer while my computer slaved to it.  Deleting a bunch of junk pictures.  Over 4gb.  I so know what I am talking about.

Oh and that bit about the lavish wardrobe?  I spent the whole day in my pjs.

disclaimer:  all or part of this conversation may have been embellished somewhat or a lot, modified slightly or a bunch or softened around the edges a bit or more.  except for my repartee, that's word for word.  just sayin.