>> Sunday, January 31, 2010
"What are you doing?"
My husband asks hunching over me, my eyes are burned in to the computer flat screen.
What the heck AM I doing? No idea! If I can just get the damn thing to what I want, it hates me!
"Blogging?" he asks.
Not so much a question, more like an accusation. Lord, what I wanted to do to him right then! However I fear if I post it, the FBI could use it against me in a court of Law.
Why can't I possess the power of the ark? My glare could have melted his face off right then. Naw better not, having to clean the melted face out of the carpet is not my idea of a good time.
Peevishly, I tell him to “Go away.” Sounding more like my 7 year old, then a loving wife.
Something’s wrong with the “comment" setting on this blog... since I’ve had none!
Gawd I'm such a loser! Not ONE "follower" or "comment!"
I can't even figure out how to get one of them super cute signatures. THAT’S got to be the problem...no cute signature. Dang!
For crying out loud...If it were possible for keyboards to suffer from “shaken baby syndrome” mine would.
Frustration is getting the best of me, so I give up and take it out on the vacuum for a bit. Praying I don't get electrocuted form the poor repair job I did to the cord. Dumb dog.
Praying for some sunshine in this sucking eggs kind of day.
“Lord,” I pray, “give me some Joy today, please, pretty please, with sugar on top...and a cherry. I promise I’ll never wish bad things to happen to skinny chicks again.”
What’s that Grasshopper?! My Email alerts me of my first blog comment, I about pee myself, easy to do after 4 vaginal births.
Very excited to say the least, I can put the shot gun away for now...