Thank you, Angie!
First, I have to thank all of you–especially Sassy, for keeping a good thought about my mishap with the acai berry juice. My computer works. The keys are a bit sticky, but the bad boy is running like a champ. I am truly blessed.
Now, on to Angie and why she’s one of my favorite people. She’s been a friend for a mighty long time and it’s because she’s just one of the kindest, smartest, funniest people I know. She’s got some challenges in her life, but she’s got the time to talk me down when I’m just about to shoot my face off and laugh with me about the silly stuff. Yesterday, after I spilled the juice, she got online and did some quick research to help me.
She discovered that there is a product called ‘Tuner Cleaner’ available at places like Radio Shack that will help me unstick my keyboard. It’s around 10 dollah and I don’t have to know anything about computers, I just have to go pick it up. What a lifesaver, right?
She’s also helping me with this blogging biz. Now, bear in mind that she’s got school, a toddler and dealing with being a single parent. Does she need to hear from her idiot pal when the ‘emergency’ is a result in bad habits gone haywire? Nope, but she stepped up to the plate and helped a sistah out. I guess it could be that she was basking in the glow of another Steve Zahn fantasy or the fact that my ‘husband’ JMV isn’t in her backyard doing naked Pilates…I dunno.
All I know is that I am plenty glad that I have Angie in my life. She’s a peach and I love her.
So there.
June 18th, 2007 at 3:13 pm
Thew thing is, you had to go and jinx it by saying it. JMV actually is in my backyard doing naked pillates. And this time he cannot hid behind the privacy fence and think tree growth like he could in Gainesville. My yard here has a picket fence and a shotgun view to the main drag in our neighborhood. In fact, I just looked out the window and a couple of little kids with their bikes are stopped and watching him,….ew, he just stretched.
June 18th, 2007 at 5:13 pm
I am now officially choking on my water.
I thank you. It seems we can’t leave it alone…the laughing, the choking…yep.
I’ll try to ring his mobile phone.
It’s got to be beside him on the grass.
Sorry. He’ll come home soon.
Hey, did you send Corey to NYC to audition for Cabaret? He just dropped by dressed like Alan Cumming–with full make-up and greasy hair.
Just wondering.
June 21st, 2007 at 10:16 am
Again I say, I can’t get off my duff to see a TONY award winning actor who I actually know and communicate with in real life, but for some reason I would actually hop on a plane to see Corey in a musical.