One Talented Homie

Even tho this card is from a game, it seems to fit this post. Oh no wait...nope. That would be a Crappy Fact. So close!

Hear ye..hear ye..

Typing on three keyboards has been obnoxious - super-duper obnoxious - but I continued doing it because I didn't have a choice. Until now. I still don't have a choice, but there has been a new development. (Please hold your gasps.)

I am now down to two keyboards. The strangest thing happened today (she says sarcastically). Someone was back to his old tricks, no longer content to have taken my "b", my "n", my "question mark", my "space" (both literally and figuratively), my email, or kicking me off-line. Nope...he's now removed my access to the third keyboard. Oh - and he's back to changing my fonts...again. His obnoxiousness is second only to the grating pestiferous complaints of "I'm bo-o-ored" raised by the childebeasts, barely 40 minutes after being kicked off the school bus earlier today...with today being the last day of school.

And any mother - whose offspring actually made it to school age without being eaten - knows just how insufferable that situation is...while having a pretty good idea of how contemptible the ex's behavior is.

So. Here's the skinny. I love you all - deeply, even - but I'm sick-to-death of having to paste spaces between all my words. Seriously. I am more sick of pasting spaces than I am of handing out Ritalin to random, rambunctious childebeasts. Ok, so I'm not totally sick of that. Yet. (It's still early in the summer, remember.) Nah, this is probably closer to the repugnance I feel for having to hunt down a question mark, then highlight it, then copy it, then return to where ever I was working, then find my place, then paste the blasted question mark, every time I want to punctuate a dang question. Which a commoner shouldn't do...and let's not forget I'm the Queen. Does it really matter of what??

Until I get the new computating machine, I'm probably going to stick to posting things that don't require much yakking. Stop laughing...I'm serious. (Apparently some of you think this is an impossibility for me. Eh, who am I kidding?? So do I.) I'm going to at least try. And in that spirit, here is the first one.

A splendiferous painting, done in acrylics, by Middle Beast, 7th grade. I'm so proud!

Let me gloat. The moments happen so infrequently. And are so fleeting...