This morning she wanted me to diagnose across 500 miles why her printer kept saying "cover open."

"Because it's broken. Buy a new one."

If one was in the same town, one might say, "I'll come over and jam something in the sensor." But from 500 miles? NSM.

My favorite of Em's is, "I yawst my rock and I can' bineit!

It's like the new "I've fallen and I can't get up."

The word that I pronounced most clearly when I was a little kid was "Asshole!" Actually, I'm not sure I've changed that much.

My brother ran around calling everyone who pissed him off "fudders". My folks were able to pass it off as baby talk.

Not so much my sister, who has yet to live down her two year old tirades of "bitchy fucker bitchy!'

A friend of mine has a mom who was a total hippy chick. She taught my friend's daughter all sorts of words that maybe could have waited until later. Once his daughter (who as about two) walked naked into her parents' room, pointed to her crotch and said, "Pussy hurts." Then she said, "Kiss it." And then she got frustrated when her parents just couldn't stop laughing.

I need to make an appointment to get the gray colored again.

And you need to take it out of Owen's future allowance. Yikes!

So much this. Also admitting that, yes, I do have asthma helped. A lot, actually.

Ya THINK!?!?

Not so much my sister, who has yet to live down her two year old tirades of "bitchy fucker bitchy!'

that is screamingly funny

I'm up! I'm up!

Anyone else around?

Ok. Signing off so I can put the computer in the bag. I'll probably be dark grey for the next couple of weeks. If you need to reach me, my contact info is in my LJ (or e-mail me at profile addy).

Bye bye, vw. Safe and happy travels.

Otter Lake continues to charm me. This morning I sat listening to the stream of motorcyles going down the road, and noted that many of them were beeping. My first thought was that someone must have a Beep for Peace, or Jesus, or something sign. Nope, I look out the front door and the neighbors are sitting or standing out in front of their houses waving to the cyclists. Must be some big event of some kind because there were hundreds of them. I'll ask Mom later because I know she mentioned last year that her church paused the mass to all go out and wave to the cyclists. Charmed.

The bookcases I have been waiting to go on sale at Staples are not only on sale, but they're half price. If I get two of them, I may just be able to unpack the rest of my books! Which means they'll all be unpacked for the first time in two moves.

Great timing! Mmmmmm bookcases.

This morning she wanted me to diagnose across 500 miles why her printer kept saying "cover open."

"Because it's broken. Buy a new one."

Sadly, it is a new printer. You go through printers pretty fast when you don't know what you're doing.

I really need to be more awake than I am. Sometimes there is just not enough caffeine in the world.