AHHH!

Ok. So. Lessa hasn’t had a nap today. Wanna know WHY? Too bad, gonna tell you anyway. You see, When I rearranged the living room, I put the Pup’s desk over next to mine. Stupid me, I forgot that the plug into which I plug my power strip for my computer is right there. And while she was coloring this morning, and I was in the bathroom brushing my hair, apparently she kicked said plug, because she suddenly went “Mom? did you turn your computer off? I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!”

Yeah. confidence building THERE, huh? So, anyway, I went DOH! and turned Lola (my computer. keep up, people! What, don’t YOU name your computers?) back on.

But the modem wouldn’t connect. So I did all the things you’re supposed to do – powered down the modem, reconnected. Still nothing. Changed the cord, and yay!…the cable light went on. Which has nothing to do with the cord I changed. And the network still was showing as disconnected.

Crap crap and DOUBLE CRAP.

So – I took the pup to the bus, and then came back and tried again, and then called my Computer God. He was impressed that I’d thought to change the cord, and then after checking a couple of things, had me drive on over. So I left Lola there for an hour, and when I went to pick her up, found out that… you ready?

Nothing was wrong with her.

Yes. Apparently, Lola had been behaving so beautifully for a year, she simply decided it was time to visit the Computer God. And visit she did, and satisfied (and cleaned up, and defragged) she came back home, and voila, everything works fine.

Harumph.

In other news – apparently I have a new last name. According to the people who labeled the boxes of the Girl’s fundraiser, that is. They spelled her first name right (a miracle!) but apparently – we are now the dcdonalds. And yes, we pronounce that just as it sounds. dickdonald. hahah.

Yes. I’m easily amused. You cannot possibly be surprised by this fact! If you are? You must be new. Hee.

And of all the pictures I took of my nephews’ birthday parties, this has got to be my favorite, because it makes my baby sister cry. *Snicker* She’s never been pleased to be shorter then I am… and now….
Look at the line of sight.

My baby sister has to LOOK UP in order to speak to my son.

BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!

Shorty shorty shoooooooooooorty!

(she’s gonna smack me now. just you watch…)

And finally – visions of the future, via balloons, and two very active imaginations:

By the end of the night – they each had 4 kids. Oy.