Pretty soon I'll be faxing out my tweets, sending a courier pigeon with my blog posts, going old school with a corkboard, some scissors and magazines for Pinterest, and arm myself with a photo album and a pile of Post It notes for Facebook.
My computer is dying a slow and ungraceful death. It stops working at the most irrational times. It plays this game where it doesn't show me the words on the screen, just some boxes. Or it just freezes for ages. And ages. And ages. I could do all the housework in the time between opening a new tab on the interwebz and when it actually decides to open. Or when I am writing a post, the text doesn't appear immediately. I will stop typing, and then slowly - and erratically, letters will start to appear on the screen. However it doesn't always start from when I started typing - it just takes a random spot to pick up from, and then starts typing. It's like a ghost is in my machine editing my blog. My trusty, faithful laptop looks like it's giving up the goat. Or the ghost. Or whatever that saying is. So in the meantime I've been off the interwebz and living a real life. I know. I'm a real boy!Don't forget - today is the last chance to enter my LEGO giveaway. Five people WILL walk away with some LEGO Lord of the Rings today.
The big news here is that my computer has died. It's died party people. Well for now at least. So there's your reason why I've been blogging sporadically. I have to divert Matt's attention - point and say: 'look, look over there' - and while he's distracted trying to determine what I am pointing at, I grab his computer, hack into his mainframe, fire off a few tweets, read my emails, and then quickly give him back his computer. It's a sad and sorry state of affairs. What's a gal to do but go to bed early and re-read The Great Gatsby, and get some beauty sleep?You can find me on Instagram though (@pottymouthmama). Until I figure out a solution to my dead computer problemo. image via here. Someone really, really loved their computer.
My computer is dying. A slow, painful and almost sincere death. Bits have broken off it. Buttons have ceased to work unless I punch them. The mouse button is moody and only works when it wants to. It makes blogging difficult. But nevertheless, I'll plug on - and if I start to drop some letters, you dear reader, yes you, you can fill in the blanks.Agree?So what's on the haps in your 'hood?I am super looking forward to the weekend. Are you up to something mega exciting? Spill. Oh dear. Bad choice of words PMM.PS - image is of spilt milk. There's just no use crying about it. So why not make it a book?
