Did I say Stressful? in Postcards 4

The worst is over. We can dance for a minute now. Maybe five.

We changed our ISP. Not all programs are user friendly. No matter how much we struggled, some programs hated both of us. Eventually all the email addresses were either corrected or deleted. If you haven’t heard from us, we couldn’t figure out who you were. If you haven’t heard from us in years, you have probably been deleted. Whoops.

For me, blogger was the worst as I couldn’t get rid of the gmail address that we don’t use. Facebook….similarly ugly. I spent hours yesterday struggling with things, wanting to bang my head on things. Today I dealt with the email addresses…which transferred over ok but in the wrong spots. I realize that [email protected] isn’t your phone number. If I knew who you were, I saved your address. If I couldn’t remember which John you were, Oh Well.

Stress was my middle name for a while yesterday and earlier today.

Shortly I’m off to the wedding shower. The white pants are blindingly tight, gasp, and the white ¾ pants are so baggy I have to roll the waistline up, up, up. I couldn’t figure out how to put the new green shirt on, but the new black shirt fits fine….and will fit fine later.

Yes, I am walking off and letting G play with the home network.

Yes, too, I will take a camera.