Yeah, I think my brain has been sucked out and munched up. Or maybe it is that real life comes at you like a howling banshee, all at once, and while trying to decide which problem to tackle first, the brain eaters appear.
I don't care---EAT IT.
Yesterday was a plethora of poxes.
I had been having little *issues* with the computer. Had the DHs jump drive in, working on uploading some info for him that was very important. The whole computer froze, I get the message, "Your data has not been saved. All data may be lost."
Or something like that because I wasn't sure whether to wet my pants, throw up, cry or figure out which order they should all be done in.
I shut everything off.........finally, when it allowed me to.........and took the drive to DHs computer, where I had only lost the four pages of work. WHEW.
Sooooooo, off I went to look for another AV program because it was becoming very plain that the anti-virus I was running was running amuck. In fact, *It* fought back as I tried to remove it.
THREE TRIES......rebooting, cussing, rebooting, cussing......and in between, trying to get the oil filter off the tractor. Yes, I multi task.
And then there was still the little issue with AT&T, who had sent an automated message to DH at work that our line was FINE. Funny...I could barely hear him over the LOUD STATIC. Back on the phone to find a live breathing human and explain, in very plain English, I was furious.
Finally, after speaking on my CELL PHONE with Ces, she suggested seeing if Face Book had an AT&T page....Oooooooooo....thank you Cess-a-Licious!
Because Anne left them a ♥love letter♥
And I got an immediate reply.
So in between that, I was draining the oil out of the tractor and trying to download some updates for my antiquated Microsoft Office Suite......
I missed the hornet part.
Hubby, ever the neat-nik, had helped *put things up* (as in, tools I use) and I was looking for the oil filter wrench. Well, the last I had seen it, it was in the shed. So I opened the door, only to be greeted by some very UNHAPPY HORNETS. I guess they had signed a sub-lease and I was unaware.
And mud daubers.
I hot-footed it to the house, got every can of flying insect spray I own and went back in, armed, but only T shirt and jeans for armor.
And you know, when you spray them, they get quite mad. They get very mad and start flying right at YOU!!!
I fought back......and I'll give you three guesses who won and it was NOT the insects.
Where was I???
Does it matter?
Yes, I want my brain sucked out, flambeed, pureed, served on a stick. Put it in the blender, suck it through a straw---I don't care. I am tired of making decisions and dealing with asinine crises.
Today I have the roofers.
I may be hitting the bottle.
I cannot take much more of Summer.
Oh. The tractor worked quite well when I was done, so I mowed.
And that was a typical day in Anne-Land.....and you wonder where I have been.........do you really want me around???? :-D