Tonight there’s no Internet at the house. And for once it’s not our fault! I called the phone company and waited for 30 minutes to have them tell me that they can’t come out here to repair the problem until Sunday.
We’re all a little (okay, a lot) bummed out about it. I ate three pickles in a row, straight out of the jar, while my mind raced about how big of a deal this is. No Internet!
Then I got mad at myself for being so damn ¡chiflado!
