Heeeeee - dude forgot to order a network cable and it took 30 minutes before he gronked that he needs to LEAVE THE HOUSE to go get one. Oh, and stopping at the grocery for bread and milk can't be done on the same trip cause it would snap his brain.
The kids are keeping sharp objects away from me.
If I didn't have homework to do, I'd be outta here. Unfortunately, I have computer work of my own to do in addition to networking in this new beast then helping him move over the files he wants from his old computer (cause copying them is HARD).
Kill, kill, kill. Where is my smite-happy Aimee when I need her?
Smiting in a sparkly tiara, Ima betcha. Just click your nunchuks together THREE times and think murderous thoughts, and she will appear in a little swirl of gore and glitter.
Huh. I just downloaded "Big Love" and I'm thinking polygamy not such a happy dreamlet.
I will be happy to consult with you on all your Smiting, Snarking and Porning needs. First pummel, put-down and pullating poonannie gratis!
Said good-bye to nephews. I'll upload pictures later tonight or tomorrow.
hey, and sj- sounds like the move is going well.
It is. Mostly because I have amazing people in my life. The final move day is Saturday. I can't wait for it to be over with.
Yay, Nora!
Cashmere, I can't wait to see pictures.
No-mumps~ma, Erin.
Yay, Nora!!! Go you with your A-getting!!! (Also, I am totally not surprised you got an A on that paper.)
I went mattress shopping over the weekend and they delivered a shiny new mattress today! Yay! With the mattress and foundation, it's almost 3 feet high. Boo! I called the store about exchanging the foundation for a low-profile one. I think it can be done. I hope so. That thing is huge.
it's not really that big, ChiKat. As women, we are programmed to think that Objects in the Window Are Larger than They Appear.
Measure your box spring. I betcha is really JUST 3 inches...
it's not really that big, ChiKat. As women, we are programmed to think that Objects in the Window Are Larger than They Appear.
BWAH!!
When a lady has to mount her bed, and not her bedmate, the bed tis too large.
You could buy yourself a catapult. Think of the bedtime hijinks!
Er, for the bed, not the bedmate.
Although....
Hrm. Logistics. And what happens when your aim is off? No, no. That way lies disaster. Or FLIES disaster, I suppose.