I'm Not The Only One

I had errands to run this morning and a bit of shopping so I'm late blogging today. I was just going to blow it off but I wouldn't feel right about it if I did. It's been a boring last few days to tell the truth.

David got off early on Friday and put his Fitbit scale online. YES! I broke down and told him where to find the password. I felt sorry for him when he started to cry.

I took care of most of the laundry Saturday and baked another batch of oatmeal raisin chocolate chip cookies. Sunday I dusted and vacuumed and cleaned house. Then I had to lie down on the heating pad. I'm completely out of my pain meds and I'm on Tylenol now. I wasn't up for anything much on Monday. Spent the day in bed writing.

The cold front came through and wind came with it. I went to the local HEB to get some tomato soup and milk for this evenings dinner. As I was walking towards the entrance of the store I came upon a woman who had a completely lost look on her face. Yes, her car had moved from it's space and was playing hide and seek with her.

I was being the usual wise ass and asked if she lost her car. She said yes, and we started talking, well more like laughing, while she scanned the busy parking lot for her lost four-wheeled possession.

We made fun of the fact that she should start calling for it. Should she invest in a "Clapper" for her car, which lead to the idea of all these old people rambling through the parking lot clapping and everyone's lights on their cars kept turning on and off. We both laughed and laughed at our crazy selves and parted ways. All I could think of was that there is another woman that's just as crazy as me. WOW!

In Which David Buys A Fitbit Scale

David got his Fitbit Scale in the mail yesterday. We spent close to all evening trying to get it hooked up to his computer. He forgot he hard wired his computer and took the wifi off. That's the first road block. And he calls me out on it, says it's my fault! Hmmmm.

So this weekend he plans on putting the wifi back on his computer. He will soon encounter the second road block in this fiasco. "What's the wifi password honey?" To which I'll say with a little smirk because he forgot to write it down and I really know how to retrieve it, "fuck if I know."

Third road block? David will think he has to call the Cisco people for a new password. Which means he has to pay for it. Them fuckers ain't free. He may even have to go get a new wifi system. They make you do that sometimes just to get their product sold. Then he'll be maybe 2 hours on the phone getting it to work and getting the new password. He just better listen to me this time and write it down or let me have access to his computer so I can show him where the password is. I swear I'll hit him . . . or something.