Mom's had a rough week. Tuesday and Wednesday were bad enough, she said, but Thursday was the worst.
She said there was a port that wasn't happy so it kept throwing up errors. When it did that the switch it was living on got sick and died, and made the two next-door switches sick too. Then all three threw up errors and the Big Daddy switch shut all three of them down.
I think this sounds suspiciously like a make believe story, except Mom says it isn't. When the three switches took naps, half the people at her day-hunting gig couldn't work on their computers, because the computers need the switches to talk to the servants. A sultan had to drive up from Mass and find the bad port and move the blue spaghetti that was living there to a new home. It took him two hours to find it.
Then a Mister Cam got sick and backed up production. Mom wanted to blast herself to Bermuda to escape. I don't get it? What's Bermuda?
Then Mom had to make a trip to a vendor after day hunting to celebrate a their home. That was fun, but Mom got caught in a downpour on the way home and she says driving was dicey. Then when she got close to home there was an accident in the road that had traffic backed up for miles and miles. Fortunately Mom got off two exits early and got home the back way.
She almost missed the first two episodes of the new season of Project Runway, but she didn't. She made herself dinner (after I got my foods), and then sacked out on the couch.
Mom says the weekend better be quiet and uneventful. She says she isn't going ANYWHERE, and she might not even answer the telephone.
Oh and NEXT WEEK? Mom just shakes her head closes her eyes when she thinks about it.
Geez, if I was a lap-napping kitty, I'd have a very busy weekend trying to de-stress Mom.
I think she needs some 'Nip.
Well, maybe not. Maybe I'll get her some chocolate instead.
PS, Yoda had his boy bits snipped last week. Mr Karate told Mom he came back from the v-e-t and walked around like a drunken sailor, bumping into things. I almost feel sorry for the kit.