Keyboard Suicide

Yesterday, Matt was having a rough day. In the middle of it, my keyboard died. It was one that he had for quite a while before I started using it. Needless to say, the keyboard didn't stand a chance yesterday. Matt is, in general, a fixer. He will tinker with things and try to repair them. However, he has his thresholds. Yesterday, he was way past that point. The keyboard breaking was the final straw. I came out of the bedroom to discover that my keyboard had "committed suicide", and a new keyboard was in its place. I'm pretty sure it was assisted suicide. I never got all the details of its final moments, but I can imagine. I do know that, in the process, my wrist rest was caught in the supports of keyboard tray of the desk and subsequently popped. I found that out because Matt told me he now owes me a new wrist rest, too.
I think that was all a devious plan so he didn't have to use my cute daisy wrist rest anymore. :)