3 Things
10.20.2007
-My laptop will turn 3 this December I JUST NOW hooked my printer up to it. You know what I had to do? Plug in the USB. That's it. Computers: Smart. Amelias: Lazy.
-Update on Wig Man! This morning I was drinking some sort of coffee/milkshake (I was desperate) concoction that I'm becoming quite fond of, when wig man appeared. He sat down in his usual spot and I went and got the umbrella he left behind the day before, from my friend who works at the breakfast place. I gave it to him and said
"I believe you left this yesterday" , to which he replied, "Thank you very much" and I went about my business. A few minutes later, I hear my friend laughing from her work post and I look up from my magazine to see her pointing at Wig Man and wiping tears from her eyes. I look up, and he's staring at me (he must've found some way to get the shoe polish off his glasses because they were normal today) with the oddest look on his face. My friend called me from where she was standing and between laughs she exclaimed: "It's LOVE!" to which I replied "Or a simple case of indigestion."
-My mom was in her physical therapy session today when I came home. Her PT kept complaining about his "bad elbow" and "that elbow I had to have worked on" bothering him because it rained... yesterday. Um, shouldn't he get some physical therapy for that? Or better yet, rub some dirt on it.
-Update on Wig Man! This morning I was drinking some sort of coffee/milkshake (I was desperate) concoction that I'm becoming quite fond of, when wig man appeared. He sat down in his usual spot and I went and got the umbrella he left behind the day before, from my friend who works at the breakfast place. I gave it to him and said
"I believe you left this yesterday" , to which he replied, "Thank you very much" and I went about my business. A few minutes later, I hear my friend laughing from her work post and I look up from my magazine to see her pointing at Wig Man and wiping tears from her eyes. I look up, and he's staring at me (he must've found some way to get the shoe polish off his glasses because they were normal today) with the oddest look on his face. My friend called me from where she was standing and between laughs she exclaimed: "It's LOVE!" to which I replied "Or a simple case of indigestion."
-My mom was in her physical therapy session today when I came home. Her PT kept complaining about his "bad elbow" and "that elbow I had to have worked on" bothering him because it rained... yesterday. Um, shouldn't he get some physical therapy for that? Or better yet, rub some dirt on it.
Amelia at 5:27 PM
7 Comments:
I've had my laptop for about six months, and I've yet to make the simple USB/printer connection, either. I'd much rather upload all of my files into an email, send them to myself, go online from my mom's computer, download them and print them from there. Because that's easier than unplugging the USB cord from her computer and plugging it into mine to print directly.
I have a crush on the Wig Man. If the breakfast place romance doesn't work out, send him my way. We can go out in public incognito together. It would be rad.
my laptop is ancient. It's going to die soon...
and rub dirt on his ebow? you lost me there.
LOL Katya, that's the same thing I was doing, only I was downloading onto my ancient desktop with the mouse that only liked to roll diagonally. My friend did point out that, if I hook up with Wig Man I wouldn't need to buy a Halloween costume. But alas, my heart belongs to Brandon. I'll send him by!
Brandon: You really do need a new one. You can still have my discount if you want it. :) And, I have no clue who said it first, but I used to hear "Rub some dirt on it!" as the cure for ailments before. Kind of like "They make a cream for that" or some other obnoxious phrase.
I just tried to spell that, Fraze. wth?
(fuztame!)
eh, I'd rather hurt than be dirty. :(
Awe...well I bet they make a cream for that.
Amelia and Wig Man sittin' in a tree.......
If you have to break Wig Man's heart, make sure you tell him to rub some dirt on it!
LOL awe Andrew
Something tells me that Wig Man is a um, fancy man.
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