Nevena: What did you do?
Big Al: I thought there was a footrest underneath the computor.
Nevena: There isn't. What did you do?
Big Al: I thought I was putting my feet on the foot rest.
Needless to say, I do not have a footrest underneath my computor. Al kicked something and my computer exploded*. This is to say that I am using my father's laptop and the amount of emotional attachment I have towards my computer is phenomenal and phenomenally pathetic. I miss it. I miss that my keys go a little higher like a typewriter. I miss the really old version of microsoft word that I have and understand. I miss doc. docx is a nightmare. Mostly I also miss having a printer.
Somehow the death of my computer** triggered a domino effect and now all the printers in the house are broken.
NOW FOR SOMETHING HAPPY!
This is my family. From the back to the front:
My mom: my floor length leopard print coat from Black Market.
My gramma: My three quartered length sleeved Talbots leopard print coat.
Me: My short, short sleeved leopard print coat from Anthropologie.
My dog: Her leopard print coat from the Clothing Show.
I have to go change, wearing skin tight snakeskin*** pants is not a good idea after eating tons of pulled pork sandwiches.
*Not literally. Just figuratively in the same way that my heart is now exploded from computor loss related sadness.
**The sad thing is that after typing computer seven times in this post, I still cannot spell it. The computer has to keep red underlining computor with two o's. Computer and beginning are the two words I cannot spell subconsciously, I have to stop and think about it every time. Yet I can spell subconsciously subconsciously. Figures.
***Of course it's an animal/reptile print.