Need I say more?
Need I say more?
I broke down and bought a new computer. I’m already regretting it. The keyboard is too small. I keep stumbling over my own fingers. Passwords are still a major problem. There are certain email accounts i can’t get into at all. And I discovered that not all USB ports are made alike. My new one is also the charging port. That means I better have a full battery before i do half of what i want to because I can’t do it and recharge at the same time.
Of course I would try to do this during one of my busy seasons. Ugh. Anyway, one more week, and then Hell or high water I will be back
I’m still having computer problems.
It started with a laptop that was in my lap and actively working when it died. It made the stereotypical “Peeeewwww” sound and the monitor shut down and that was the total end of it. I couldn’t get it to turn on again. I handed it off to The Boy and moved on.
I’m attempting to blog from a $50 tablet. All my other computers have broken down. If your blog requires a password to leave a comment, it could be a while before I get back to you.
Sorry. No Suzie’s House this week. I’ll resume blogging as soon as I can.
If anyone knows Anastasia please tell her I will be unable to do her son’s taxes. Can’t get into my email.
Don’t expect email replies. It could be a while before I get this message straightened out.
“Why? I’m not saying let’s go back to the park. I’m saying why did we have to leave when the sun is still up.” Lisa meant for the question to go to the entire band though she looked at Bruce as they hustled along to Ben’s house.
“Like I said already, we’ll talk about it when we get to the house.”
Alice slaved over the numbers. Every time the equity balanced, the income didn’t. Without even this rudimentary level of accounting, how could she hope to complete the tax forms? Finally finished, she double checked the address. The likelihood that congress would chose to change something so basic was low, but the laws change every year. Best to check.
Yep. Same address as the last ten years. Her eyes slid down the instructions by a few paragraphs. There the changes for the year listed something she hadn’t worried about. The date for filing had been changed. The new date? Yesterday.
1. Can I count the picture? It’s a random shot from the window of the bus while on my trip to Indonesia nearly two years ago.
“Not like that Emma. More like… “ Lisa let the camera fall to her side. Her brow twisted in consternation or maybe puzzlement. Or maybe both.
Emma kind of thought it was both. No matter what it meant that Emma wasn’t delivering whatever Lisa wanted for this video. Just that she was so sure she got it. What was wrong?
Did it catch anyone else by surprise?
Desmond slipped the electronic surveillance device under the dashboard while the perp run into the convenience store. As soon as the guy hopped in the driver’s seat, Desmond took up the conversation where they’d left off.
“So, did you kill this one too?”
“What? The clerk? Nah. Didn’t have to. Walked right past him with the goods in hand. It’s cause I’ve got the devil’s own luck.”
“But that other guy?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I killed him.”
He had him! A couple of hours later Desmond collected the bug. Nothing but static and the rumble of the engine.
The Challenge: Write a story of 100 words based on a photo
I’ve gained weight. It’s not all swelling in the legs. Maybe I should go back on my diet. 13 things I’ve eaten today:
1. broccoli – fresh crowns
Yep, the only old food allergy still bothering me is pineapple. If I don’t get a grip, they’ll be back.
Emma had friends? Since when did Emma have friends? Jim sat in the van and stared.
He did vaguely recall meeting some guy who had been walking her home one night, but certainly not any girls and certainly not so many people over all. And the way they treated her – like she was the main thing. Like she was popular.
Like Jim would ever let something like that happen!