And it's a damn good thing. All that time away from the computer had me productive and acting like a responsible parent. Thanks to Ineptitude Is Us jackass useless wtf-am-I-paying-you-for computer store we were without for two weeks. TWO WEEKS! It was like being back in the stone age or something. I felt like Laura Ingalls minus the flowery dress and that bitch Nellie. And being the middle of summer I didn't even have TV to fall back on. WTH? It's all Amazing Dancing Race with my Biggest Loser Brother: Guantanamo Bay.
Seriously. My house hasn't been this clean in... forever. My yard work is done. Like done done. Aside from cutting the lawn there's nothing left to do. I read books, and I wrote a lot. I "built" a gazebo and furniture. I finished stripping the wallpaper in my bedroom and can start painting now. It was terrible. Thank goodness my Mac is back and I can go back to ignoring everything.
Here's a pic of the kids inside the gazebo torturing the fish.
They love the new "tent," but not as much as they love their new bedroom the "tent" came in.
Sadly, while my computer is back and squeaky fast again, my evil back up hard drive will not let go of my saved stuff. Dear Bastard hard drive, can I pretty please with sugar on top have my iTunes and 3000 photos back? I know it's still there, I can see all the used up space. Please? Pleeeeeeeease?
Every Netflix original series, ranked
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