How?
Not sure.
Probably a by-product of trying to unstick unknown keys after the great hot sauce dump of Thursday night. I have most of the chili seeds out of the keyboard now.
But somehow in the randomness of trying to figure what keys were stuck, I made all of my bookmarks and (maybe?) settings go bye-bye.
I'm wishing I had a photographic memory so I could remember even most of what I had marked. I suspect I just learned the hard way that bookmarks should be exported, in case of catastrophic bookmark failure.
eta: Cookies seem to be at least partially in place though. Huh.
Paul and his parents took down our rotten deck today.
While they were at it, they took down the too-close-for-comfort pine tree and those weird ugly palm like things that were in the middle of the yard.
Our backyard looks huge right now.
I bet it looks great, Plei. You should put up pictures.
Or maybe I just need to come back soon.
You should build a spaceship, Plei.
Or, you know, a clocktower.
We'll be building a short balcony with enough room for a grill and a couple of chairs.
Or, you know, a clocktower.
But it'll inevitably be destroyed in the climactic battle of a futile (and, one would say, badly-scripted) gang war that arose out of merely a lack of communication, thanks in part to one stubborn vigilante's resistance to actually telling his fellow vigilantes what the hell is going on.
Or maybe it'll spiff up your backyard. Either/or.
We'll be building a short balcony with enough room for a grill and a couple of chairs.
I definitely need to come back.
I kinda like the clocktower idea though.
Do I want a margarita, if I only have really good tequila that deserves better?
