How did typepad manage to break EVERYTHING this weekend, huh? Someone was stressed out at that job, and I hope it’s getting easier for them. I’m still missing some images, however, so I’ll throw a couple more at you, how ’bout?
I can’t remember what she was explaining, but I can tell she was really into it. If I remember correctly, it was something complicated about the internet and connectivity and allsuchthings. She’s better at that stuff than I am. In fact, at this moment, she’s over at her apartment, doing something mightily complicated computer-wise that she couldn’t wait to get to. Me, I’m going to sit by the heater and spin (when did it get so cold? I thought it was going to snow earlier, since it was raining AND much colder than normal. Doesn’t that mean snow?).
Then I’m going to make dinner (ribeye and soup, good food for cold rain) and try not to think too much about the wonderful open house we went to today. Just think good thoughts for us, won’t you? Don’t even know if we can put in an offer on it, and it’s rich for our blood, but we loved it. It will be a very happy house for someone, no matter what. Dreaming…..
Also, for the record, if Lala sings "My Humps" to me one more time, I will not be responsible for my actions. All I’m sayin’.
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