Time Travel

Hi! I spent 3 hours napping this afternoon, and 3 hours yesterday afternoon, too. I assume I'm fighting off the flu. I don't know. I still feel sorta weird (at 8 PM), so I figure I'll spend the rest of the evening knitting while watching The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.

My 17-year-old self? Would be horrified to read that paragraph. HORRIFIED. In a KILL ME NOW sort of way...

But first, before plunking myself down in front of the TV, I thought I would spread my germs all over this keyboard so the rest of my family can suffer with me. I mean, it's not as if they are leaping to get the dishes done and the bathrooms wiped down while I am ailing. So what does it matter? We'll all get sick together, like in Little House on the Prairie, and a traveling doctor will have to stop by and save us all before we die.

You know, I don't think the Ingalls even had to give him a co-pay. Those were the days.

My 17-year-old self didn't have this
gorgeous hair. Just sayin'...
I knit a bit after my nap today (note to 17-year-old self: I'M SORRY) and listened to the audio book of Troublemaker, because my friend recommended it and even showed me how to download it to my phone using Overdrive. I've been meaning for 3 YEARS to put Overdrive on my phone, but I never got around to it. Also, it needed my library card number and password, which just added another layer of complexity.

I'm a very simple person, you know.

Anyway, my friend helped me and I didn't have to ask Brian, which is a plus. He's getting a little sick of Larry and me and our technological helplessness. Actually, I think he's sick of us in general. He and I drove to Home Depot yesterday so he could help me buy the right light bulbs, because OMG have you seen the light bulb aisle lately, and yes, this is yet another example of technological helplessness on my part, but WHEN did light bulbs get so complicated, huh?

Where was I? Oh, yes, I pulled into the parking lot of Home Depot and said something like, "Oh, wow, it's so busy - where did all these people come from?" and Brian said, "You ALWAYS say that when we go to the store!" And I said, "No, I don't," and he said, "Yes, you DO - here, and at Target, and Harris Teeter..."

Look, I don't really care whether or not Brian is right; but, considering we had just come from 3 HOURS at the DMV so he could get his driver's permit, I think maybe the better part of wisdom would have been for him to keep his mouth shut.

Teens: making me feel lousy since, oh, 2006 or so. Thanks, kids!

And my 17-year-old self would be thinking, "OMG, they're right, you're a loser." Shut up, 17-year-old self. Just SHUT UP.




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  1. You deserve a medal for the DMV trip. You can say whatever you want after that. Overdrive is the BEST! I always have my hold list all filled up and a big wish list ready to fill up any holes on the hold list. I do mostly audiobooks nowadays so that I get my chores done ( hello Ma Ingalls!). I love that overdrive. I have audible, but my membership just can't keep up with my reading appetite.

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  2. Wait, I'm confused . . . is that a picture of your hair? If so, I am seriously jealous. I just got over a sinus infection and all I did was sleep AND complain/wince about the horrible pain my headache game me. I need to borrow Brian. I don't know how to keep my spam from snatching your posts from my inbox. Is there a technological cure for that? It's very arbitrary. I just realized that I hadn't seen a post from you in awhile and sure enough - I had missed some! Keep fighting that bug. Being sick sucks.

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    1. My hair happened to look magnificent that day, so I had Susie take a picture of it. My face, on the other hand, looks as though it's melting. The ravages of age....

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  3. I LOVE the hair! And I'm sorry you are sick. Tell 17-year-old-self that all this is just waiting for her...

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  5. My 17 year old self has been upset at me for years. Puzzles and fake wine on New Year's Eve, crocheting for fun, Friday nights spent at home watching Hallmark movies....alone. Don't even get me started on how our physique actually turned out after bringing children into the world. Poor 17 year old me is mortified. Mortified, I tell you. I mean, she thought she was fat back then at 110 pounds. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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  6. You know, staying in at night IS such a treat. My younger self would be mortified, too. And totally agree with you on lightbulbs. WHY do manufacturers make it so confusing to buy a replacement?

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