Wednesday, September 21, 2011

This woulda been blunk drogging except......

I have spent the last 40 minutes trying to access my gmail.  Now from what I can gather, I do not exist.  Good!  First I will haunt Comcast and their 'not responding' shit.  Then...oh wait, my list is too long.  I have been trying to get my gmail restored for about a week now.  If that isn't enough to sober a person up I don't know what is. And yet, sometimes I am miraculously transported to the land of gmail.  So we went to the farm and picked pumpkins that Hunter had planted.  Some squash too, butternut and acorn and what ever the spaghetti one is called.  Then we pulled up all the vines and while Hunter was rototilling-I'd like to use spell check on this but when I click on it all I get is the quivery words [spell check] so perhaps I don't exist and spell check is afraid of me.  I'm sorry, what was I talking about?  Oh yeah, the three shots of whiskey and a 7/7.  So off  Linda and I went on the green thingie into the cornstalks so I could get some to tie up around my lampost.
Whiskey - It's not just for breakfast anymore.

7 comments:

Ms. A said...

I'm a cheap drunk, so there's no way I could have kept up with you. I would have been passed out after the first one.

ADoC said...

Irish whiskey: it's what I'm having too. And ditto on the blunk drogging. Not that I dit... um, sure...

R. Jacob said...

consumption of whiskey is only for medicinal purposes!

Coffeypot said...

I want to ride the green thingie...drunk or sober.

Shen said...

I have all my gmail forwarded to my yahoo account AND I have all my yahoo mail forwarded to my gmail account. Now if either one of them goes down I have a back-up.

Don't even get me started on Comcast. grr

Hope you get it all resolved soon.

Wanda's Wings said...

I too am a cheap drunk. Never could hold it. lol. I hope you get your email thing worked out.

Rob-bear said...

If things worked in the blogsphere the way they're supposed to, where would the fun be in life.
I mean, ah, um, "fun." I'm sure you get my drift, here.
As for the whisky and all, what's a 7/7? Must be an American thing.