Yesterday morning I got up and did the full routine -- fed the boys breakfast, ate breakfast, loaded and ran the dishwasher, opened up the computer, logged on to my personal email account, responded to an email and then **poof** my internet connection was gone.
So I rebooted the computer... and it couldn't find my modem. So I booted the computer again. And then it said my modem was deleted. Shit. So I rebooted again and it said someone else was logged onto my computer.
Once I realized that, because I'm crippled and can't got to the basement to jack with the wireless network, I wouldn't have internet all day I called Alicia in tears begging her to order the Stitchettes for me (thank Goddess for wonderful friends).
I went all day without internet access. All day.
Of course, I developed quite the nervous tick... what if someone needed me? What if something happened? What if I was The Last To Know? What was I going to do without the internet? How would I cope? How could I survive without "talking" to other adults? Oh My, The Horror! The Horror!
I survived by cleaning, scrapbooking (eight pages! eeeeeeiiiiiiggggghhhhhhttttt!!!!) and working on the cookbook. And really, I barely survived.
Around 10 o'clock last night Aaron fixed the modem and connections.
Do you know what he had the audacity to do?
He played on the computer (stupid Google Earth) and wouldn't give it to me. Needless to say, I'll be looking up divorce attorneys on the internet today.