Who would have thought that some mess up on blogger would make so many of us have such a strong reaction.
I, like so many of you, sat down at my computer (let's make contact with the outside world) desk, cup of coffee in hand and posts already saved to just push a button and post another bit of insanity from Casa de Cuckoo when..................
I can't even type the noise I made. Sweet Man was sitting at his desk and turned and asked me what happened. For just the briefest moment I couldn't speak. I was in shock. WHAT???? Whatdayamean?????? Huh?????
It's not that I didn't have other things to get done. It's not that I couldn't go somewhere else on the interwebby thing and make contact. It's just.....but WHAT??????
Sweet Man whose name I have changed to Mister Oblivious, actually tried to soothe me. What a marroooooon. Not now I have a headache. All my besties are out there all alone too. And there is not way to get to them. Who will save them? What was that Lassie, Timmy's fallen down the well?
Okay so for a moment I over reacted. And then like when the electricity is out and you know the lightswitch is not going to make the light go on, but you keep going and checking the lightswitch out and keep clicking it to see if it has power, I kept coming back to blogger.
What is that quote about doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome being the definition of insanity? Well then, there ya go.
I then went to facebook to see if any of my besties were on there and that's when it hit me....I've been captured by the blogging addiction. Do they have a twelve step for this? Am I doomed to depending on Big Brother Blogger for my daily fix forever? If I am an addict, will I ever be a non blogger?
Then Mister Oblivious spoke again saying "how dumb" to his computer and I turned and said....."hey let's go do something besides sit and waste the morning on the 'puter". He then said, "hey Susie sunshine girl, be quiet, I'm reading my emails".