So, how does it feel?
I spent a good portion of last night trying to figure out how to format text in my new place here. Took me the majority of the evening. Bad momma that I am, I made my son fix his own dinner. The hubster was gone doing his soccer reffing side job.
Several hours, and a few fistfuls of hair later, I had my eureka moment (I actually just perused the WordPress FAQ) and my formatting problem was fixed. By this time, it was really late and the boy was back in his room playing on his Wii. Where he is most nights, and weekends, ad nauseam.
I walked in to say goodnight. He was all pissy (there’s one of my seven!) and asked if I was finally off the computer. Oh, he didn’t just go there! So, I’m all like… “you didn’t just ask me that?”
And he’s all … “how does it feel for someone to be on the computer all night and not talk to you? I’m really smiling now. “Yeah, how does it feel for someone to be on the computer all night and not talk to you?”
“No, wait! That didn’t come out like I meant it to! Dangit!” My work here is done.