What's Been Going On With Me

OK, so first of all, I'm a little better. Had a freak-out-panic-situation on Saturday with the computer. We actually contemplated dipping into savings to just buy a new one. "But on my STUFF is on there!!!" I whined.

The kind folks on the Computer Board over at eBay got me out of a real bind and helped me fix computer.

Then....THEN I had to renew our Norton Internet Security and the subscription code kept coming up as no good! I called the people and spoke to a Middle Eastern fellow who spoke neither English or Spanish (as far as I could tell) and we were on the phone with each other creating breakthrough in a language barrier like never before.

After a half hour of wishing I could reach through the phone and strangle the fellow (who obviously knew NOTHING about ANYTHING) I finally got it going.

Shawn's company party was that night and of course I missed my hair appointment. I've never had my hair done. I haven't been to a salon or even a SuperCuts in years. I've been cutting my own hair for about forever, so I was excited to have it cut and professionally styled.

The Middle Eastern fellow blew that for me. Thanks Middle Eastern fellow. I apologize that I am a woman and should have had my husband speak to you. Sorry be being a nothing-woman. (I had a similar experience with a man at a store in the mall, as though I were just a nothing-woman)

Nevertheless, I felt is necessary to take photos with my antique digital camera to document the fact that we dressed up. Someone ought to call the news. Don't mind Shawn, he feels like "an idiot" in a button up shirt.

The food at the party was spectacular! I hadn't eaten that much all week and believe me, I was paying for it Sunday. Our city water company thanks me and Shawn's boss for ordering the food. I actually ordered a drink! I never drink. Just don't like it. Don't like the taste of alcohol, never liked the feeling of being inebriated. I had on Pina Colada and it was DELISH! I ordered a second and as we were leaving, I knocked over the glass, spilling three-quarters of a glass of rum and mix, and yes....breaking the glass.

We all expected this to come about as a result of one of those who kept us entertained most of the evening. You know the kind--the ones who drink until they've had too much, then drink some more. Better than TV.

But no, no! The one who never drinks, has ONE drink, makes a mess, and breaks a glass. Well, at least I wasn't found to be chasing someone around tables, and stopped before climbing aboard a table. But that's another story.