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.

My 4th Of July Week In Hell

David finally went back to work this morning. YAY! I'm left all alone to my own devices today. Yes all alone. Should I break out in song at any moment, then please, feel free to slap me upside the head once or twice.

Anywho, David drove me crazy. Yes, yes he did. From his casual sauntering up to me to ask me out to dinner at inopportune times, like when I'm doing laundry or blogging. To the constant knocking on the walls in order to get the puppies to bark. he said he was waking up the termites.

 Then there was the Maury and Jerry Springer TV laced with really, really BAD science fiction TV movies on the Syfy Channel. Yes.  All Trash TV all day. In between this shit he mowed the lawn, took out the trash, killed three red wasp hives, sprayed inside and outside the house to kill bugs. Then it was time for more Trash TV.

Then I got his mind or what was left of it off the TV for a while. He had been trying to get his Fitbit to sync with his computer since his daughter gave it to him for Father's Day. It just wouldn't do it.

So I told him to put it on my mini laptop. David installed it and tried to sync it but it wouldn't sync the info on the Fitbit to the computer. I asked, ummm, can I see the Fitbit for a minute. I took it out of its rubber casing and asked him how far away can this thing be from the computer to sync? He said 20 feet. I said to try it now as I layed it down next to the sync link. He said he tried that and nothing came of it. I kept badgering him to press the fucking sync button. He finally did and, VOILA! It worked.

"You never took it out of its case, did you? You never set the little bastid  next to the sync link, did you?"
And all this time he's letting out a meek  "no".  And then he asked, "ya wanna go out to dinner?"

I'm the fucking Queen Of Fucking Everything!!!

I'm Good!