Okay, I've really sucked at blogging lately. I have to get back on the ball. First of all, I want to tell you about the high points of Christmas. I told you before about the presents my sister Beth has gotten me over the years: the appliance box of old rated R VHS tapes for my kids; the case of dollar store fish-n-crackers; the receipt for a case of Diet coke she bought me the previous summer that I forgot to pay her back for, wrapped nicely in a box with a bow.
Well, this year I was looking for something for her. I got her some nice(ish) things but I wanted to get her one more thing. I shopped around and couldn't decide on anything. So I went to the dollar store to get some wrap and tape and stuff. I looked through the food aisle to see if they still had the same fish-n-crackers. They did, along with a surprisingly wide variety of canned fish. I know, I thought, I'll get her a seafood extravaganza! Who doesn't love sea food? I got her a box of the fish-n-crackers she loves so much, a can of tuna, a tin of kipper snacks, a tin of anchovies, and best of all a dented, dusty can of clams. I got a cute basket and a teeny bottle of Asti Spumanti (to class it up) and wrapped it up beautifully. She loved it. Who wouldn't?
Over Christmas I also learned that my dad is a gifted computer whiz. We were going to Skype with my sister Amy who is in Afghanistan right now (she's in the service, not on vacation) and my dad couldn't remember his Skype password. We told him to reset it. So he clicked the "I forgot my password" button and Skype sent him a link to make up a new password. He couldn't get it to work so he handed me the computer in frustration and told me to do it. I said, "What password did you choose?" He couldn't remember the password he made up two minutes before. No, I shouldn't say that, he couldn't remember if it was the dog's name, or the dog's name1. It was either/or. I figured it out by typing one, then typing the other to see which one would work. He was amazed.
While I was there I used his computer to go on Facebook and I forgot to log myself out. Then I got this email:
Yeah, that's right, I can now make his computer switch to italics anytime I want. Don't mess with me or I'll do it to you too.
Well, this year I was looking for something for her. I got her some nice(ish) things but I wanted to get her one more thing. I shopped around and couldn't decide on anything. So I went to the dollar store to get some wrap and tape and stuff. I looked through the food aisle to see if they still had the same fish-n-crackers. They did, along with a surprisingly wide variety of canned fish. I know, I thought, I'll get her a seafood extravaganza! Who doesn't love sea food? I got her a box of the fish-n-crackers she loves so much, a can of tuna, a tin of kipper snacks, a tin of anchovies, and best of all a dented, dusty can of clams. I got a cute basket and a teeny bottle of Asti Spumanti (to class it up) and wrapped it up beautifully. She loved it. Who wouldn't?
Over Christmas I also learned that my dad is a gifted computer whiz. We were going to Skype with my sister Amy who is in Afghanistan right now (she's in the service, not on vacation) and my dad couldn't remember his Skype password. We told him to reset it. So he clicked the "I forgot my password" button and Skype sent him a link to make up a new password. He couldn't get it to work so he handed me the computer in frustration and told me to do it. I said, "What password did you choose?" He couldn't remember the password he made up two minutes before. No, I shouldn't say that, he couldn't remember if it was the dog's name, or the dog's name1. It was either/or. I figured it out by typing one, then typing the other to see which one would work. He was amazed.
While I was there I used his computer to go on Facebook and I forgot to log myself out. Then I got this email:
UMmmmmmmmmmmm, Sarah you turd! You dicked around with my Facebook setting so when I click on it, your page comes up, not mine. How do I get it back to mine. Next time you come up I get to spend an hour using your computer and we'll see how you like it. Why has my typeface changed? NOW What did you do to this computer? Dad
Yeah, that's right, I can now make his computer switch to italics anytime I want. Don't mess with me or I'll do it to you too.
Laughing so hard right now.
ReplyDeleteThat is too funny. My husband and I have separate computers and he's a computer idot er/novice, so I often have to straighten him out when he messes things up!
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