I’m typing on my son’s ancient computer. It’s slow. I almost forgot what my password was to my blog when I logged on.
Know why?
My Mac won’t power up.
When I went to bed last night, it was on. I left the report that I was working on open, saved, but open, so that when I awoke this morning, I would be able to sit down and finish it and send it off.
But when I awoke this morning, to the smell of hot, fresh, Krispy Kreme doughnuts (thanks to the boy), my computer was off.
“The power must’ve went off last night,” I said. It happens when the wind picks up and the wind has most definately picked up around here. To the point where I’m halfway afraid that my large hiney will blow away if I set foot on the porch.
That’s a good way to feel thin, I tell ya.
The boy left to go back to work, and I hit the power button and then when to make my coffee. Decaf is all I have, but it’s something.
When I came back in the office, the computer was still off.
I hit the power button again and nothing. I kept hitting it over and over again and nothing.
I checked to make sure that the cords were all plugged in, thinking maybe the cat unplugged it, but they were all secure and everything else plugged into the power cord was working.
Mac is dead and Friday is the earliest that I can it to the shop.
What’s worse? I have to start over on the report, and because my son only has open office and not excel, I need to get out the craptop. Which doesn’t want to cooperate today.
And I’m still sick… like I feel like I got run over, I think you can see tread marks on my forehead, sick.
Which means I don’t feel like going to the family New Year’s Eve gathering tonight. Which means my children are going to be upset with me.
I don’t even feel like playing Rock Band, y’all and that’s all I’ve wanted to do since I purchased it for Matthew for Christmas and we opened it Christmas morning.
That’s saying something.
Anywho, I need to get moving on this report so that I can finish up my day and go back to bed.
And do laundry.
And clean.
And take the Christmas decorations down and the tree so that I can have my living room back.
And deal with my children, of which one of them just looked at me and said, “Mom, why did you have to make him?”
I just want to go back to bed and pray that the start of 2009 is better than the ending of 2008.
Happy New Year!
Until next time..
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LOL @ Sam!
Maybe 2009 will come up with a pill for sibling rivalry? I’d sell a kidney for it.
I’d give a kidney, too, for that pill.
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