Well, today I knew I was in trouble when the wife said, “My mom wants you to help her with her computer”.  If there were ever words of doom spoken that bring terror to my heart, those are the ones.  Why?  Well, I know about zilch about how to set things up on the computer, and my two oldest male children have abandoned me for another state (hiss).  Well, being the good son, I tried.  What happened was a horror worse than I had imagined.  I successfully screwed the computer up, erasing what even she had put together.  Here I was, in deep trouble.  I turned to my oldest, using a cell phone that was handy and he tried to talk me through it, of course without seeing the screen or being able to remotely assist me.  I was frustrated, and he must have been more so.  I then turned to the only other helper, my daughter.  She proved herself by being able to, working with my oldest, to figure out how to get the email to work.  Praise the children that are mine.  They figured out, once again proving that some things don’t get better with age.