It looks like morning here at FR. I didn’t go after the beer, yesterday. I was watching a biography of Johnny Carson, and it was too interesting to leave.
Right now, I’m going to put my shoes on and go get a bottle of magnesium. That is, after I comb my hair. I look like the Wreck of the Hesperus.
And feel like I’ve been run over with a hay rake.
What do you mean this ISN’T my bed? Who made YOU the arbiter of what bed belongs to whom?
Great tagline! LOL!
I’m back from Walmart where I spent the last of the Mom’s Day/BD gift card on a bottle of magnesium.
When I got back, my laptop was dead. I had to re-boot and now I’m thinking this piece of slop will have to be replaced. I will transfer everything to the slave and wipe the hard drive and take it back where I got it. I suspect it will be this week. Next week at the longest.
I’ve never been so frustrated by a piece of equipment in my entire life. This has been the WORST computer I’ve ever had the displeasure to fight with in 25 years. </rant
Today’s cutie made my head explode. So squee. Look at the mittens.
*tagline*