Today I finally got my laptop out of the box it was in due to moving. It has all my pictures, for about the past two-three years stored on it and I wanted to get them moved. So, like a dumb arse, I plug it in and hit the power button…of course it didn’t actually turn on. (Instead it made some quite interesting noises that I can’t duplicate in the written word.)

Then I remembered why it had been in a fricking box for the past few months. One evening a few months or so back I made the mistake of using my laptop while having a glass of wine at the same time that my Tarhole was in the area. Somehow (I admit, this part is a bit fuzzy now) he managed to spill my glass of wine on my laptop. To add insult to injury, sometime later he stood on it…I look over and there’s my Tarhole perched right on top of my already beaten down laptop. (Please don’t ask for an explanation, just accept the fact that apparently sometimes there are no reasonable explanations, or even an explanation at all.  If you’re an NC State fan, this should be quite easy for you.)

Since he’s obviously still alive, one can easily see how tolerant and easy going I am. But, today when I realized I’ve lost all those pictures, forever, I got somewhat pissed off about the whole thing again. (Okay, livid is a better description.) He said he was sorry, though, so of course that makes everything just peachy in the world.

I’m not really sure why in the hell I am posting this, other than to let go of some stress, get it out of my system, whatever…so, sorry for boring you with this somewhat off-topic post…Greg.

And this man, that I do claim as my own–not sure what that says about me but I am sure I probably don’t want to know either–wants to actually breed!! As much as I love him, to me, this is my scary thought of the day.