Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Bilbo said it best...

...when he said, "I feel... thin.  Sort of stretched, like... butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday."  Yes, I agree; a holiday would be, "second breakfast" awesome! Okay, I'm a Lord of the Rings geek, but you get what I'm saying.  Last week was a hot mess.  It just seemed as if whatever could go wrong...did.  I hate days/weeks/months like that.  By Friday, my little heart just couldn't take anymore, and that damn white mini-van I was behind that insisted on going ten under the speed limit up the hill on the way home is very lucky that I don't pack heat.  Road rage aside, there was many a tear shed Monday through Thursday and by the time TGIFN (Thank God It's...Fuck, Nevermind) rolled around, I was exhausted!  The highlight (lowlight?) of last week: My computer "shit the bed."  This is a saying a very dear friend of mine uses often and it's the perfect way to describe my computer's betrayal.  And it makes me giggle.  Moving on, my laptop decided to turn its back on me; the one night that I needed it to be there for me after all the nights of useless web-surfing, searching for things like "words that end in Q." It was heart-breaking.  No matter what program I opened, it would clam up and give me the silent treatment.  I begged (and cried) to no avail. After all these (2) years of constant companionship it broke up with me.  As if!!! I guess it's not entirely its fault.  I guess I sort of overlooked the fact that my virus protection had stopped working. And I guess I sort of did nothing about it. Because I guess I sort of thought "Oh, that won't happen to me. I don't click on links that say I won $5,000,000 in the Zimbabwe lottery."  Um, yes folks, I am a college student.  Aren't you proud of the job my professors are doing?  Anyhoo, it appears as if my laptop buddy has gone and gotten itself a virus.  Poor thing.  I'm writing this on my husband's laptop, after having fixed it because it wouldn't boot up the same day as my laptop falling ill. I shit you not.  But that's another story, so we won't go there. Point is, it works now and my little heart doesn't want to jinx it, but I am almost certainly convinced someone out there put a technology hex on me, no joke. 

Oh, there's more horror from last week that I could bore you with, like the parking meter that refused to take my dollar bills...bitch.  But I'm trying to move on.  Another gem from Bilbo: "If you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." 

Here's hoping it's a tropical island with no computers.


  1. Dr. Nolly prescribes a foot massage from your hubby. Tell him "Mommy said so."

  2. No need! He gave me one without being asked. You raised a good man! So thank you. :)

  3. Oh, honey I had no idea it was THAT bad... I'm sorry; poo!! We need to get together because I bet it's nothing a dirty martini (or nine) can't fix :) Love you!!

    and p.s. your post is really funny!

  4. Hoping this week was a little better for you (code for I'm sorry I didn't come visit last week!). :)