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the possible deception of the boy
Apr. 16th, 2007 09:47 pmTwo days ago, M decided he was going to see how much a new custom computer would cost these days "just for fun". So he entered all of his wishes and received an exorbitant quote on a brand new computer. Suddenly this evening, his computer "won't work". I wouldn't be quite so skeptical if this didn't happen every time he started talking about future replacements. Unfortunately for him, it was not his motherboard, which would have warranted a significant upgrade. His oldest, smallest hard drive (120GB.. yeah, okay, did you miss the part about us being geeks?) died a spectacular death. Too bad that was the partition with Windows on it... ;) (Actually, that's probably good but it's harder to do much with at the moment.) So anyway, we ordered a new drive (500GB) and it should be here in a few days. It does not escape my notice that he will now have significantly more storage space than he did before. It always works out well for him when he has these catastrophes... although, in this case, it will hopefully work out well for me too--his dead drive occasionally made this sound like a dying elephant. It drove me batty.
The coughing phase of my illness has now arrived, which I am dreadfully unhappy about. It hurts across my belly when I cough, and I am terrified of aggravating my rib (which feels a bit more sore than it did, maybe.) I am pretty much ready to be done with the whole thing. Right now, M is outside pulling down dead vines off the side of the house. The house sits on a slope and you can walk out of the basement in the back, so one of the sides and the back of the house is at second-story height. He was out by the window in front to begin with, but apparently he moved without me knowing. I fell into a terrible coughing fit a few minutes ago, and when it subsided, I heard my husband's disembodied voice floating outside my second-floor window, asking if I was okay. It was very weird. And also, pulling down dead vines has been on the to-do list for over a year. Yay Boyo! It made the house look really crappy on that side as you drove up the road. Apparently, our perfect-lawn neighbors agreed because the man yelled over the fence at M that he had a longer ladder if he needed it. I jest! The perfect-lawn neighbor is a nice guy.. which is good because they would hate us otherwise, as we do not quite meet their standards of lawn care by a flaming mile.
(Also, see how much more productive he is when he doesn't have a computer? I shall have to hide the laptop before he remembers that he could actually use that one.)
We also went on a little outing after dinner to Baskin Robbins and had a little overpriced ice cream. The last time we were there (I think) was September 13, and I was 3w4d pregnant. The test had just shown a second line, M had burnt his popcorn and we were freaking out and rather having a hard time going back to reading blogs and watching Mythbusters, which is what we had been doing before that. It's a pretty nice little memory.
My feet, I do not recognize them. I should go drain them for a while before bed. By the way, I can't wear either of my rings now. I look like a dork. But I did get a dispensation on the footwear requirement at work, and it is "extremely permissible" that I wear tennis shoes for the next couple of months. Yay!
The coughing phase of my illness has now arrived, which I am dreadfully unhappy about. It hurts across my belly when I cough, and I am terrified of aggravating my rib (which feels a bit more sore than it did, maybe.) I am pretty much ready to be done with the whole thing. Right now, M is outside pulling down dead vines off the side of the house. The house sits on a slope and you can walk out of the basement in the back, so one of the sides and the back of the house is at second-story height. He was out by the window in front to begin with, but apparently he moved without me knowing. I fell into a terrible coughing fit a few minutes ago, and when it subsided, I heard my husband's disembodied voice floating outside my second-floor window, asking if I was okay. It was very weird. And also, pulling down dead vines has been on the to-do list for over a year. Yay Boyo! It made the house look really crappy on that side as you drove up the road. Apparently, our perfect-lawn neighbors agreed because the man yelled over the fence at M that he had a longer ladder if he needed it. I jest! The perfect-lawn neighbor is a nice guy.. which is good because they would hate us otherwise, as we do not quite meet their standards of lawn care by a flaming mile.
(Also, see how much more productive he is when he doesn't have a computer? I shall have to hide the laptop before he remembers that he could actually use that one.)
We also went on a little outing after dinner to Baskin Robbins and had a little overpriced ice cream. The last time we were there (I think) was September 13, and I was 3w4d pregnant. The test had just shown a second line, M had burnt his popcorn and we were freaking out and rather having a hard time going back to reading blogs and watching Mythbusters, which is what we had been doing before that. It's a pretty nice little memory.
My feet, I do not recognize them. I should go drain them for a while before bed. By the way, I can't wear either of my rings now. I look like a dork. But I did get a dispensation on the footwear requirement at work, and it is "extremely permissible" that I wear tennis shoes for the next couple of months. Yay!
