This afternoon I went out to the store. When I came back, I sat down at my computer. I clicked on the “Start” button. Nothing happened. I tried clicking on my desktop icons. Zip. I moved my mouse over to the side of the computer screen and a second task bar came into view. I stare at it, puzzled, thinking, “Okay, my new computer is posessed.” I try restarting it to see if that’ll restore things back to the way they should be. Still nothing. I hear chuckling coming from the living room.
“Hey, Mom, did you try using your computer?” I hear my darling son call out.
“What did you do! Fix it right now!”
It seems the boy took a screen shot of my desktop. He then set that as the background, moved my task bar & deleted all my desktop icons. Apparently I am going to need to log out any time I am not home. Is this what they teach at the seminary - how to pull practical jokes on your mother??
About an hour ago, he was watching Theresa hobble up the stairs. He asked her what was wrong because she seemed to be in more pain than usual. “I fell down the stairs and hurt the same ankle that I already have tendinitis in.” (& for which she is going to physical therapy for, by the way)
“Oh, did Mom push you down the stairs again?”
Do you see what I have to put up with around here?
June 18th, 2008 at 12:10 am Quote
It’s going to be hard for SG to receive confession when he’ll have to spend so much time giving it!
June 18th, 2008 at 7:36 am Quote
Tell Steven to stop fooling with my computer remotely or I’m going to call the Pope. (See my comment on your last entry… Steven did it.)
June 18th, 2008 at 2:41 pm Quote
You will miss that…….always knowing where your stuff is and that it will work, but it’s funny how fast you get used to it.