My Mac is going to have to go to the hospital.
I think it is because Lexie sat on the keyboard for several minutes making dozens of mmmmmmmmmmmmmm's and ;;;;;;;;;;;;;and'''''''''''''''''''''''andffffffffffffffffffffffff,etc.
Son thinks it isn't that, but here we are in the Season when the Wild People sing, (I think I was in high school before I found out it was actually, "WHILE people sing"), and I can't post any pictures of how funny my tree looks with the bottom two feet of it bare, and the picture of Lexie's bed full of decorations.
Then there is the tag banner that I made with pictures of Christmasses past.
Oh, Snap.
I'll be back.
11 comments:
1. i'm so sorry you're computer's sick!! but don't worry, i'll still be following!!
2. thank you so much for your comment on my blog and being my newest stalker! woo hoo!! :)
For a minute I thought Lexie was sick! Yikes. Glad it's just your Mac, of course thats not good either, but better.
Ahh computer problems - I won't leave so hopefully I will see your smiling face visiting me again when you are all healthy. I would LOVE to see the tree. Like the year my four year old decorated and it was decorated just the opposite - from the bottom up about two feet.
Oh no - it will be better soon; Macs are sturdy machines!
xo
Claudia
I, for one, will be waiting on pins and needles for your return! I'll not leave you!
I feel sick for you; hope you're reunited soon. :)
Hi Lynn...
Ohhhh noooo!!! I'm so sorry that you're having computer problems, my friend! Sure hope you are able to get it fixed soon!!! Sending you hugs and prayers your way, Darlin'!!! Never fear...we won't forget you...come back to us soon!!!
Warmest wishes and Christmas blessings to you and your family, Lynn!
Chari @Happy To Design
Dear Person,
I've set you up with a larger and faster Mac to use while yours is being repaired and I transferred all your data over. No more whining.
Anon.
Dear Person,
I've set you up with a larger and faster Mac to use while yours is being repaired and I transferred all your data over. No more whining.
Anon.
Thank you, Dearie.
I love you, and I am glad I didn't step on you when you were crawling around on the floor. PLUS I am reeeeely sorry for running over your foot with the Jeep.
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