Did y’all hear me screaming in utter and complete frustration??
Listen harder. I’ve been wailing like a banshee for thirty minutes. There is an imp in my computer. A whole host of imps who are conspiring against me, and I’m so mad I could spit.
Yesterday, I spent hours taking pictures. I climbed up on the stool again and again so I could reach the top of the tripod to see. My thighs are killing me right now! I uploaded those pictures into a file on my big computer in my office, so that I could edit them today. Then, I deleted them from the camera so that I’d have room for more.
Smooth move, Ex Lax.
This morning as I sat down at my computer in the office, the mouse went wonky. I can’t move the cursor, damnit. See what it has reduced me to doing? I never curse on this blog…well hardly ever.
I can’t do any of the work I had planned for today, because all of those pictures are trapped in my other computer! I do NOT want to take them all again.
So, I figure that I have two choices:
Ummm.
He gets home at four-thirty.
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I say wait for the man.
Wait until 4:30. I say decorate for Christmas and you won’t be stressing all day. Good luck. I so hate that.
Wait for the man. Decorate, turn on some music and have some fun. Sorry about this — don’t retake the pictures!
It is a bad week for computers. My hubby is away too and my laptop fell ill.
I ended up crawling around upstairs, messing with wires until I could fix the dang thang.
Hope the day gets better. My day is improving ever-so-slowly.
I am woman hear me roar…must be something in the air. Yesterday I spent 1 hour trying to get a new picture into my banner, I gave up. So did your sweetie help you out? Did he show you how to do it next time?
By waiting for your man, you allowed him to be his fair maiden’s hero… and you earned so many points for that… you both won! The gallery is AWESOME!!!!! And you thighs will love you, grin.
Hugs!
Agreed. Wait for the man. That’s what I’d do.