It's an addiction, and I need help. Just not right now.

I settled down last night to check my email and write a blog post, and the internet was dead. My dismay was only heightened by the fact that the outage removed the last excuse I had for not doing the dishes that were left from Evilducky's Friday night belated birthday party. During the dishwashing, I kept sneaking over and refreshing the browser window, but to no avail. The internet was well and truly nonfunctional.

Figuring it was some kind of scheduled maintenance or routine thing, I went to bed, slightly grumpy but not really concerned. I woke up this morning, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready to check my bloglines page...Woe! Rending of garments! No internet!

I left MB with strict instructions to check the internet as soon as he got home from work at 3 PM, and to call our service provider if we were still cut off. Around 4:00, he called me at work. He informed me that there was good news and bad news, and I asked to hear the bad news first (I always do; I feel like good news after bad can only serve to soften the blow).

He said, "The bad news is, we're going to be without internet for about a week."

I tried mightily not to whine. "What's the good news?"

"They know what the problem is!"

Whoops, here comes the wail:  "Are you SERIOUS? That's barely good news at all! This sucks!"


He offered some kind words of comfort, but they barely registered through the gloom. My blog! I can't abandon my blog for an entire week!

And then? He said the words I least expected to hear:

"You know I'm kidding, right?"



I'd be mad if it wasn't so damn funny. Well played, my lover. Well played.



Reading:  Lean Mean Thirteen by Janet Evanovich


Playing:  Howl by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club