That's right, people. We have five, count'em FIVE computers in various states of déshabillé cluttering my garage.

My computer in the house was acting up. The fan was making spluttering noises, and there was fourteen inches of dust on the top of the CPU case. Using my pea-brain, I figured that maybe it was time to clean some computer.

I put my husband on the job, because while cleaning in general doesn't rock his world, 'fixing' the computer is a real hot time on the farm. We opened the case and lordy! I do not know how it has kept on running all this time. It was like someone had stuffed a chain smoking angora rabbit in there. Bountiful white fluff and tons of gray ashy stuff, with a distinct burning smell.

After a quick search of the garage turned up no spray cans of air to blast said crud back into the atmosphere, I returned to the house to investigate where I might have stashed the 6 can mega-case of spray air that my husband swears he purchased. (Why? How? I did NOT sanction that!)

Moments later, I heard a roar in the front yard. Alarmed, I raced to the bedroom window to see my husband, with goggles on, merrily blasting the hell out of my open CPU case with THE LEAF BLOWER. The look on his face was pure Tool Time. Worked like a ding-dang charm.

If only my digital camera's batteries hadn't been dead.