This here's my computer. Although the lines are blurred between "his" and "hers" now 'cause I kinda took over Jeff's comp. Faster cpu, better video card, more ram, you see. Anyway I digress. The point of the comp case Jeff chose was to have the ability to lock it, so as to keep out busy little hands. The key for it is in Utah. And, a certain child ripped the cover off its hinges. Johnny knows this and loves it, and then proceeds to turn it on and off, on and off, on and off, on and off. . .
Hey. The duct tape does it's job.
"Why pay someone to fix something when you can fake fix it yourself?"
But did you see my new printer? I've been without one so long. How I love it.
My good friends Ashlie & Trent once brought us a gallon of this:
Well, not this exact brand. But have you had apple juice (or cider) fresh, not from concentrate? Oh man. Dee-licious. Brings me back to the days of the 90's juicer craze. I bought that there jug last night. Not gonna last long.
Our big tree took a big dump on our lawn overnight.
Now I'm seriously considering running out Friday afternoon (the spinster neighbor does her yard work EVERY Friday afternoon, rain or shine), camera in hand, and snap away while her OCD gets the best of her and she uses the blower to put every single leaf back on my lawn in a perfectly straight (property marker line) line. You don't believe me, huh? That's why I need pictures.
Um, apparently Thursdays are now recycle days only. That's not too big a deal, if I hadn't forgotten the last two times. Doesn't this make you feel like you can smell something or hear the sound of flies buzzing? And who takes a picture of their garbage, anyway?