Oh, internet. Let's never take a break again.
Internet: Ok, but you're a little too enthusiatic about this and it's creeping me out.
Me: Am I? Should I act more casual?
Internet: No, you can be excited. Just stop offering me flowers and lighting candles around my router.
Me: No candles? They're vanilla cupcake scented.
Internet: I have no sense of smell.
Me: Sigh. Then I guess I should eat the breakfast I made for you.
Internet: ...You made me breakfast?
Me (tauntingly): Yeeeees.
Internet: You can have the biscuits. Shove the bacon into the USB port.
I knew we'd get along again.
3 comments:
Your cheeriness rubs off on me. Much needed and appreciated. :)
I had to go without internet at home once. It was the longest four hours of my life.
Nah, really it was one hour, but it seemed like four.
Kirste, I think that looking at a picture of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis leaping for joy is enough to make Eyeore giggle. I need to find more of those and post them.
Toms, I KNOW. The month without internet felt like an inifite desert of time during which the kids and I staggered around the house parched, sun-crazed, and shaggy-haired. It was ugly.
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