My mom complains to my spouse about how I’m never going to be able to do anything else. I’m not smart enough to go back to school or get a real job other than what I’m doing. But she’s constantly calling up and asking about her computer, internet, cell phone, GPS and a host of other gadgets. But I’m not smart enough. Next time I’m telling her I just don’t know. That sounds too complicated for my simple brain. All I can do is drive around. Don’t know nothing about them fancy computer doo-hickeys.