Oh, people. I get that computers can be intimidating, but when you call support to say that you can't log into my program, could you at least make sure that you have actually installed the program? And when I tell you to go to your email, that doesn't mean to just type your email address in some random search box and then act surprised when it doesn't work. How do people not know how to get to their own email? Oh, wait, it was an AOL address.
And how long must the world wait before people realize that if a box where you've just typed in information has an OK button, that you click the bloody OK button to continue?! Or, I don't know, the button that says Continue!
Could I get some tooth-ma? I find out shortly whether or not I do really need a root canal. If I do need one, I'll be getting it this afternoon.
Tooth~ma, Anne!
I had the best tai chi class last night. I managed to get the hang of a move that the teacher said was a bit tricky, and I worked out some stiffness in my hips that had been bothering me. It's nice when something that's sort of exercise-y doesn't suck.
Aww, Connie, are you doing tech support for my dad?
Or mine?
Root canal is a go. I'm waiting to get numb. Don't worry - I won't be posting any more detail than that.
Will someone please get the "America works best when we say "Union, YES!"" jingle out of my head. THANKS
Seven and a half cents doesn't mean a heck of a lot, seven and a half cents doesn't mean a thing. But give it to me every hour, forty hours every week, and that's enough for me to be living like a king.
Here you go, msbelle: [link]
When I got in the border control line at the airport and learned that apparently we fingerprint EVERY non-citizen (or permanent resident) coming into the US, I got John Cougar Mellencamp's "Pink Houses" into my head, and it's been tough to get out.
