Our Christmas

Our Christmas was very much like this cup of coffee made with Nana’s new espresso maker which the girl wanted desperately but only got the empty cup with drops inside:

It was, naturally, good to the last drop.

Now, if I could figure out why my monitor settings box keeps popping up and cycling through the settings all by its little lonesome causing me to want to throw my monitor through the window in frustration (i wrote most of this post with that settings box taunting and mocking me from the center of the screen – until moments ago when it just disappeared all by its lonesome…

…and now its back. bloody fucking hell.)

If I could just figure out what’s wrong, then I could fix it – or toss it – or something. either way, regardless, whatever, I’m irritated – so! You get this post. And I will start planning a trip to freddies for a new monitor tomorrow. because this? is driving me insane.

ggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Fuck’it. I’m going back to bed to watch more Firefly. So what if I didn’t get up till 1.

PS – the crock pot o’bean n ham goodness smells FANTASTIC. I’m the luckiest mum ever!