Hidden-ism

I just emerged from my overcrowded garage and while I found lots of stuff I'd forgotten I had, I did not find what I went in for: the recovery disks for my laptop.  They do exist, don't they?  I'm sure they do.  I think.  If they don't, I am in for a world of $$cha-ching$$ paying.  I don't want to pay someone else to re-install Windows on my computer.  That is an absurd notion in my way of thinking.  But if they have the means to do this and I don't, it looks like I'm going to have to let a "professional" put their magic disks into my laptop and make it all better.  Stinks to think I may have to pay someone $80 or better to install a couple of disks.  Bleh.  Really makes me consider waiting until we get moved and I can get to all the hidden boxes where I know the disks are sitting.  Woe is me...Why do I pack so efficiently?? Better yet, why am I always partially packed?? I long for the day when I have no boxes of "someday" stuff hanging around in various corners of my home.  It will be so nice to not have to contend with cardboard to do any number of daily tasks.  They've become so interlaced with our day to day lives that most of us don't even notice them.  Most of us.  Ahh, I guess the only one who doesn't know any better is my youngest, and that's because he's always lived in "box-world".  Poor guy.  Glad I could depress myself!  Woo hoo, me!  Just a big bundle of hormones and frustration.  Sounds like a pubescent boy, huh?  No, I'm at the opposite end of that spectrum.  Pre-menopausal woman.  Although my skin has more in common with a teenage boy, ha ha.  Oh well.  Maybe the acne will camouflage the wrinkles.  On that note, I'm just gonna let this one go...