McCrappyDay

I'm thoroughly annoyed this morning.

Took me about 15 minutes to get my legs to move out of bed.

One of the first things my mom mentions when I make it downstairs is how my dad needs to use the puter. Well guess what; I DON'T GIVE A DAMN. It's my bloody puter.

It's not the 31th like I thought it was so no LotR marathon today.

McAfee is indeed McCrappy as my puter seems to dislike it very much. Maybe it's because I put it on my D drive instead of the C. Will have to experiment with it.

Ow yeah, Faith and Spike have nice chemistry.

We make it up as we go along

Mom: Is it working?

Me: Not as it should, but it's better.

Mom: So can he check his email.

Me (growls and heads into the bathroom): I guess.

Mom (shouts down the stairs): Willy, do you want to check your email.

Idiot #1 (mumbles): I shall do it later.

Mom: But she said it's working now. You can check it, she's in the bathroom.

Idiot #1 (sulks): I'll do it later. (As if he's doing anyone a pleasure with that. All bow for the self sacrifice. Ain't he lovely?)

Mom: Suit yourself.

Mom (to me): He's gonna check it while you're watching telly.

Me (growling still): I bet he will.

Such a lovely household. At least they're both out of the house right now. THANK YOU!

Holier than thou

Yups, scored 2. Beat that!



Oy. My parents managed to get into an accident. Some guy drove into their rear. They're fine though and the car has minimal damage.