Happiness is a junk room

My laptop finally died and went to the laptop heaven in the sky. My convenient old way of checking my email and surfing at the table while stuffing food into my child is now gone. We now trek into the scary, once was an office, spare bedroom that my old Mac lives in. It is also known as the junk room. The room where old paper work and stuff that needs to be filed away goes to die. Wesley and I go in there once a day to get online. I sit at the computer while he sits on the floor and destroys stuff. I do believe he enjoys himself.