My desktop computer is dying.
A slow and painful death.
Yeah, the one I just moved downstairs so that I could get more work done while spending time with Emma.
I can’t even connect to the internet anymore, and since all of my photo software is on the desktop, this is the only* picture you’re going to get today.
Just getting that took a jump drive and more patience than I normally have.
What is that, you ask?
That would be the roots of my gardenia bush — one of our lovely dogs decided to have a digging party and invite the other one along. I don’t know who instigated it, but they both had dirt on their noses when I went to let them inside.
I guess that’ll teach ME to leave them outside all afternoon when it’s nice and warm, huh?
To top it all off, we took Emma to Circuit City tonight to look at computers, and par for the course whenever we’re out with Emma, she took off running away from me. Full blast as fast as she could.
Straight into a shelving unit that was sticking out into the aisle.
She now has a goose-egg on her forehead the size of Utah.
Needless to say, that was the quickest exit we’ve ever made from a store, because her pain cries are absolutely gut-wrenching. She really never cries, so when she’s in pain, she sounds like she is in a WHOLE LOT more pain that she really is. It’s like she makes up for the other times that she doesn’t cry.
So much for my good day high. I’m drowning my sorrows in a homemade root beer float and then it’s off to bed.
*I lied.
