Back On The Air
Ahhhhh, the sweet, sweet taste of a high speed internet connection. It makes a 45K dial-up connection taste like what it is: shit.
Yes, we’re back online. Woo.
And… Uh… Well, I was going to be all clever and write some kind of witty entry about it, but suddenly I don’t feel like it. So instead:
That is all.
So it was 10:43 on a Tuesday morning and you were just sitting there admiring your wiring. Shouldn’t you be doing laundry?
Frickin frackin fargin… Where the fuck is that “delete comment” option???
Mr. Amaya, had I the wiring that Chuck has, I would also admire it at 10:43am, regardless of laundry that might be piling up, threatening to smother my young child (had I a young child).
Not that I know this is the case, mind you. Merely an assumption on my part.
And now I shall go back to my measly 56K dial-up. *sob*
Well, as wife of Chuck, I have seen his wiring. I have also seen the amount of laundry that *still* needs to be done.
I can assure you both, neither is really fabulous to look at.
And now I shall go back to my regularly scheduled browsing and cribbage playing on our fabulous high speed connection.