Blooger

My niece spent the night Saturday, to keep Lucien company, as it was originally supposed to just be him and I. Knowing I had an assload (seriously. If you don't know how much that is, look it UP) of work to do, I ask Jen if I could borrow her daughter for the evening. The whole night was a bust, but that's another story. Delaney (the niece) spilled a cup of water, all over my new keyboard.

Ouch.

I had to go buy a new keyboard, but I only like "soft" keys...I know it sounds weird, like I expect them to be covered in velvet or something, but I don't like the ones that stick up really high. I also don't like spending more than $20 on one, nor do I want a wireless, because then, it will get lost. Much like the damn TiVo remote.

So, I end up with one that has a semi-ergonomic design, and the keys in the middle are extra long. Seriously. The B N G H buttons have a major superiority complex. I wanted to sign into blogger to tell Lucien's "hammish" story, which, is really, quite funny. But I typed Blooger, accidentally.

It was funny.

An embarassment of riches...

going from this....

http://www.bestbuy.com/site/olspage.jsp?skuId=8398995&type=product&id=1179877253289

to THIS...

http://www.bestbuy.com/site/olspage.jsp?skuId=8661646&type=product&id=1196470439109

Holy shitballs...

I totally missed my chance to freak over my 100th post. Since I can't remember what it was about, not having gone back and read it, I can only assume that it didn't do anything special, like cartwheels, for example.

Lucien just came in, and asked me if I have a problem with my fruits and vegetables going rotten.

I know where this is going.

That child can remember, word-for-word, virtually any commercial he's ever seen. However, he can't remember to feed the dog in the mornings.

This leads to weird conversations, such as the one at the gocery store a few weeks ago, when the cashier, (creature of habit that I am, I've been shopping at the same store for 13 years) complained about some lawyer type thing (while *he* may pay attention, I howeve, do not), he asked her if she was stuck behind the legal rights eight ball.

The child wants me to buy "Green bags".

"It keeps out the fresh air, that makes the fruits and vegetables go bad, momma!"

Little freak.