Epic opening:
So, I get myself up this morning at o’dark-thirty, grab some coffee and head to work. Wifey is out of town at some sort of conference.
I log into FR and make some posts and start my ketchup routine. Next thing I know...AAAAA!AAAAA!...no FR.
Keep calm, Cletus, I says. It will get fixed, I says. Jim and John are old hats at this...It ain’t no DS attack.
So we, I get phone call from the wifey asking, “What the he’ll is this $XXX charge tomythe Amex and who the he’ll is FREEREPUBLIC?
I tells Lurlene, calm down sweetie pie. A few of us deplorables have been assigned the task of saving the Republic. No big thing, we just Ned some extra cash to do it. It was at this point that I invok3d the name of One ransomnote and our loveable ORACLE, bagster to cover my ass wince...well yeah, I bought some bourbon too.
Next thing you know...FREEREPUBLIC IS functional again, and.
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All is right in the FReeQ world. Maybe I’ll go fishing, or.
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Owl hunting
Needed to add you. Apologies
Bourbon, never Jameson. I'm fond of Dickels myself.
You are a fine story-teller, Cletus.
Bagster
Yeah, they all say that. ;^D
***Maybe Ill go fishing, or...***
That's the spirit! Good to have FR back up... whew!
LOL!