Dear Unassuming,

yet chic (and expensive) wireless Mac Keyboard,

I must admit, I have worried about you from Day One.  Your slender build and the toy-like quality of the wireless mouse sent shivers up my spine…oh, what a wayward toddler might do with you!  From a toss into the toilet to simply being lost in the Lego bin…the possibilities were endless.

Then…nothing.  Regardless of your plaything-like appearance, no one mistook you for a mere toy. I worried occasionally about a drop of coffee here or a wandering crumb there, but never in my wildest dreams conjured up today's event:   the little hands knocking over the tiniest glass of juice that became an ocean-sized puddle on the desk.  You were but a tiny island floating in a lake of spirulina, wheat grass and jerusalem artichoke blend….and a very sad one at that.

We freaked out, cleaned you up as quickly as possible and set you out to dry….and you rallied.  You are here tonight as proof that nothing, not even a boatload of mucky, oozy, green antioxidants can bring you down.   And considering the day I had, thank you…I needed that.

Sincerely, 

Your loving owner who is currently installing a giant bubble around you

P.S. As it turns out you are not that $$$$, but let's still hope we don't have to replace you….