The Magic Box

This little device is my life force...the magic box. Recently our cable went out; taking my TV, phone, and internet. Last week was very interesting. No Noggin', no PCOS Mommies, no eBay, no calling Mom to bitch 3 times a day, and no calls from Wilma to and from work. I had my cell phone but it doesn't get service in my house. I didn't like sitting outside in 33 degree weather to chat. (You know my desperate, crazy ass did sit out there a few times.) Thomas wanted to play his Super Why! game and surf his little 3 year old websites and Luke wanted his Wonder Pets. We made due, and now we appreciate the luxury of the cable modem a little more.

We did get a few channels, including HGTV. I have 6 different decorating plans for each room now. I know all there is to know about rearranging furniture to create a new look for less, thank you Design on a Dime...I've rearranged my living room furniture 3 times in the past week. Every time Thomas wakes up from a nap he says, "Wow Mommy, a new room!"

The husband was off on Sunday so I went to the library to get online and find some books for the boys. When I got online I found that my little online community was falling apart. Apparently some women just can't leave well enough alone. I had some online friends that I've chatted with for years. Some of these women were there when I was trying to get pregnant with Thomas, some there when I lost Luke's twin. All of that has changed, and ugh...I hate change.

I also put the husband to work, fixing out leaky bathroom faucet and toilet. Now the cat's pissed off and biting us because we took away his source of fresh, cold water. ToeBee is a snobby, asshole cat but I love him.

This week I get to work on our taxes. Yippee! Today was loads of fun...calculating receipts while Thomas tells "Are you done yet?!?!" over, and over, and over again.