Which is funny, because I don’t even have a dog.
It’s the usual story: Six-year old computer, too many downloads of cute cat pictures from suspect interweb sites, a thousand spam messages from people in Nigeria begging to give me money every day… even stuff from a Christian Singles dating site (which I did NOT fall for!)
Anyhoo, dear readers, we have to haul ourselves OUT OF THE HOUSE and get us a new computer, which will happen as soon as I see the finale of the Real Housewives of New York, that is, when there’s nothing good left to watch on TV and I’ll be so desperate for entertainment that I’ll go take a look at what’s for sale in them stores that sell computer stuff.
Until then, I must avoid further use of this damn machine because it crashes every other day and it frightens the cats to hear me swear, so loudly, and for so long.
Stay tuned, please: I’ll be back on-line as soon as, you know, I find out if Ramona and Jill can ever be friends again (if they ever were in the first place). (That’s New York Housewives talk, in case you’re wondering.)
Really: I’ll be back right quick. Probably by Friday. Or, so my crack team of computer specialists tell me: