Orangina and my computer

The other night I was rocking Toria in the glider and getting ready to place her in her crib when I heard my husband curse... again and after a few moments... again.  He doesn't often do this.  Something must have gone wrong downstairs... but what?  I stayed put for a little while longer and then heard an odd sound.  It sounded like a fire extinguisher and so I pictured my kitchen on fire... perhaps contained in the oven?  But of course he'd have called to have us out of the house so it couldn't be.  What could it be?  When I finally made it downstairs I found him holding the laptop and spraying it with a bottle of air cleaner.  He lifted a hand that warned me he couldn't talk and likely couldn't bear to be spoken to either.  Poor guy.  So... the laptop now sits on the dining room table.  It doesn't start.  I know he backs it up occasionally... so I'm not to worried about content.  Even if he didn't I'm not to worried.  All our photos since Toria's arrival are still on the camera.

I have this old clunker of a laptop... the only thing I'm missing is the ability to put photos up easily.  Skype is a little slow and fuzzy but really... I'm fine.  Sniff sniff.