Raise your hand if you link up to a gazillion linky parties every day.
{Hand raised.}
Keep your hand up if it takes a long time because your computer is absurdly slow and it makes you want to throw it out the window.
{My hand is still raised.}
Now, keep it up there if you often purposely get up super-early and sneak quietly around your house to not wake your kid(s) so that you can link and read blogs in peace before the rush of dress-breakfast-shoes-school starts.
{Yup, still raised.}
Now, imagine you get up on one of those days (last Thursday, to be exact) and find that your internet is out. What would you do?
{Yeah, I pretty much said that word too.}
I did a few things and figured the incident was probably not on our end, that the problem was with our internet provider.
So I got on my cell phone to get the number to call to check the recordings that usually say "yes, we are experiencing and outage in your area
blah blah blah," or to talk to one of their 24 hour tech support people if it was an issue with my comuter.
Except what I got? The computer voice from Hell.
"Enter your phone number," she demanded.
I did.
"I'm sorry, there is a problem with that number, please try again."
I did.
Then she hung up on me, that <insert cuss here>.
I tried again. Same result.
The funny thing?
Our internet service provider?
Also provides our home phone.
So the phone I was using to call them? The number they didn't recognize?
Is the number that I pay them for.
Luckily, shortly after four tries to get through, a tearful call to my husband, and lots of curse words, the internet magically came back on.
Later in the day I called the company. The number they had on file was from when we lived in Arizona
five years ago. (Um, we've moved and changed our address and our services with them since then.)
Stupid me, thinking they would actually have the correct phone number in the computer. That I wouldn't have to tell them: "hey, be sure to update this info when I call you to set up my service." Tsk, tsk.
So yes, if you live in the Sacramento area and have Wave Broadband, I suggest you give them a call and check your account. Tell the computer I said hello.
A few weeks ago I saw these at Target. I immediately thought "S'mores" (because that is what rational people think when they see chocolate covered marshmallows, no?)
I needed a good crust for these. Of course, if you're making s'mores, you need graham crackers. So I made a graham cracker crust.
Cut out circles that fit the candy.
Wrapped the candy up all nice and warm in its graham cracker crust blanket.
Then baked them. And ate them. Because marshmallows are good.
Perfect for days when stupid computers seem to rule the world.
Oh, wait. I depend on computers for my work. And so does my husband.
I'm sorry computers. I love you.
Want a cookie?
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