t nothing to see here, just crazy stressed-out Susan...
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I think it sounds like a lot of work,
Um, yeah. And it sounds fucking insane to me, too. Who has that kind of time????
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Not only can I fucking not get into my fucking gmail, the fucking TV won't fucking turn on! The Tivo and the cable box all look to be working. It's the TV itself. I've tried turning it on with both remotes and with the button on the set, and nothing. Nada.
Have you tried unplugging the TV, waiting a bit, and plugging it back in?
my gmail's back.
Family lore has my Father toilet training himself at 10 months. When he had to go he'd fuss until his Mother put him on the potty too.
See, his brother who was 18 months older was potty-training at the time.
He was the only one of her eight children (all similarly spaced) to do so.
So I've got this toddler who's conditioned to expect Sesame Street right after breakfast screaming her head off.
That sucks, Susan. I remember the tantrum my nephew threw when they changed the time on one of his favorite tv shows. It was awful. Best of luck with everything.
my gmail's back.
So's mine. And after all that angst, there's absolutely nothing of any importance in it. An author newsletter, and a couple of things from Yahoo groups.
Have you tried unplugging the TV, waiting a bit, and plugging it back in?
Hmm. I'll go see if I can actually access the cords. The way we've got it blocked off for child-proofing, it may be impossible for one person with a dodgy back.
Bring the exersaucer in the bathroom, or position it right outside the bathroom door, if it won't fit in the bathroom, proper. Take your shower. Let her yell. She won't die. She might even enjoy the change of scenery.
Your world will look better after the shower.
Also, odds are someone (*cough*possibly Annabel*cough*) pressed some stupid button on the TV, or one of the remotes, and you'll figure out your TV, after you've showered and had something to eat.