I pluck various hair in various spots on my face. They are black. They have no right to grow there. They must go. “I refuse to think of them as chin hairs. I think of them as stray eyebrows." (Janette Barber)
I sigh.
I paint my nails.
I press Alt-Tab.
Because I pressed Alt-Tab, in a sloppy angry way, I have to repaint my nails.
I drum my fingers on the keys.
I floss my teeth.
I get up and clean the cat box, thinking that by the time I get back the computer will be over its temper tantrum. Usually it is still holding its breath.
Because I cleaned the cat box with wet nails, I repaint.
I watch a rerun of "House."
After House has saved the person from leprosy or some other interesting disease I come back, and if the computer is functioning I have forgotten the story--email--blog and then I sigh and complain.
And then I go to bed. It is 1:00 AM. Or maybe 2:00.
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Read a book. That is always a good way to ill a little time. The other alternative is to through the computer through the nearest window.
The word verification is 'wedify.' Does that mean to get married. "Norma-Sue and Billy-Bob done got theyselves wedified."
It's nice to have you back! That computer better get over its tantrums, because I miss it when you skip a few days.
I found you on Collette's blogsite and was hooked when I saw the story on plucking one's black facial hairs. What a great thing to do while waiting for the computer screen to move.
I have found that a 10X magnifying mirror helps one to see those hairs. Although the hairs then become 10 times their normal size and you think, "Oh my goodness, everyone must see these hairs on my face." So back to plucking them out. Why do they not stop growing where they are not wanted? Sigh.
God bless.
What the heck am I supposed to do while your computer has it's temper tantrums? I miss your guts when you are gone for too long.
Computers are a pain!
I am glad I have a daughter that fixes all my computer problems!
I guess that is when we should go back to the dark ages of pen and paper, painsakingly long-handing our stories, but now-a-days it seems senseless to write and then type it all out again.
I don't miss you because I got to have a whole darn day with you just yesterday. What fun it is to be your favorite child.
Tootles
OHHH I forgot to get those chin hairs for you yesterday. I've been a hair fixing slacker these days. Just ask little Jessica.
I'm sure you'll have more soon, I'll get them.
I love your descriptiveness. I can just picture you getting cat litter smudges in your bright red wet nails. I also love your bravery in discussing stray eyebrows.
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