Danger!! Danger!!!

If you receive an email entitled "Bedtimes" delete it IMMEDIATELY. Do not open it. Apparently this one is pretty nasty. It will not only erase everything on your hard drive, but it will also delete anything on disks within 20 feet of your computer. It demagnetizes the stripes on ALL of your credit cards. It reprograms your ATM access code, screws up the tracking on your VCR, and uses subspace field harmonics to scratch any CD's you attempt to play. It will program your phone auto dial to call only 0898 numbers. This virus will mix antifreeze into your fish tank.

IT WILL CAUSE YOUR TOILET TO FLUSH WHILE YOU ARE SHOWERING. It will drink ALL your beer. FOR GOD'S SAKE, ARE YOU LISTENING?? It will leave dirty underwear on the coffee table when you are expecting company. It will replace your shampoo with Nair and your Nair with Rogaine. If the "Bedtimes" message opened in a Windows 95/98 environment, it will leave the toilet seat up and leave your hair dryer plugged in dangerously close to a full bathtub. It will not only remove the forbidden tags from your mattresses and pillows, it will also refill your skim milk with whole milk.

*** WARN AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN. ***

And if you don't send this to 5000 people in 20 seconds, you'll fart so hard that your right leg will spasm and shoot straight out in front of you, sending sparks that will ignite the person nearest you.

Send this warning to everyone!!! THERE'S A LOT OF SADNESS IN THE WORLD! Right now, as you read this, 17 Million people are having SEX!!! And look at you - you're on the computer!!!!




(P.S. I'd like to take credit for this, but I can't. It was in an email from my eldest brother. Except the picture, I found that somewhere else.)

Changes...

I called my grandmother yesterday. I had to. You see, she lives in Detroit and it was snowing. And cold. I felt it was best for the news to come from a family member. Someone she knows and trusts.

Someone had to tell her that it was 88 degrees down here in Florida.

Of course it does snow here in Florida sometimes. Here is an example, taken in my back yard.

Oh, yes. It was all over the place. I may never get it all shoveled.

One of my cats was fascinated by it.

And yes, I cautioned her not to eat the yellow snow.
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TheHusband traded out the dishwasher. Today he has installed it (insert grunting noises, yelling, and screaming here). Actually, it wasn't as bad as the other day, and now the washer seems to be working just fine. We are running a "test" load, just in case he forgot to attach a water hose or something. I figure if the kitchen doesn't sprout any river rapids, I'll load it for the first time. So far, everything is pretty quiet. I keep touching it to ensure it is running. THAT's quiet.

Now, if I can get him to stop looking at it so he can go down and get a haircut.

Dinner tonight is going to be a treat. I'm meeting bloggers. Oh, yes. I got an invitation to meet Spider, Sorted, Six, and others. And I'm bringing TheHusband.

I haven't said anything here that they can't repeat to TheHusband, have I?

Dog Day Afternoon...

If I get my cats to watch this, maybe they will let me get another dog.

Enjoy.


Unabashedly stolen from Nathan. If you are not reading his blog, you should be.