OK, I am officially off-the-charts upset now. My blog is not publishing. The person who messed it all up has exams, so has no time to fix it (even though he somehow managed to find the time to destroy it all, hmmmmmm... ) To deal with the stress I have broken into the Christmas chocolate, which is an indication that something is very wrong indeed, because I am not really a stress eater, nor am I much of a chocolate eater. However, in the last day, I have managed to consume a Kinder Egg, a Lindt Santa, a chocolate letter M and an entire box of Pot of Gold Truffles (except for the orange ones, yuck.) I cannot stress enough how uncharacteristic this is of me. My blog. My blog. What am I going to do?? I feel like my house has burned down. Really. I would try and fix it myself, but we suspect it involves going into the Html, because that's what he enthusiastically dove into to "fix everything up," and just seeing all that crap in code makes my head hurt. I'm a lover, not a computer lover!! And I have no clue where to start. And since it was the Genius Word Warrior himself who wrecked everything, it makes sense that he would have more of an idea of how to repair it.
I really cannot believe how upset I am over this. It's just a blog for crying out loud, I didn't even know what blogs were three months ago. On the good side, I stopped in at the "I Hate My Spouse Website" which basically is a place where you can vent about what a jerk your wife/husband is, and that has certainly helped put things into perspective. I mean, he hasn't given me herpes or impregnated his secretary or anything like that. A petulant little message saying, "the bastard ruined my blog " would most definitely have looked a little out of place there.
I am still totally crushed however.
LATER: Just to throw salt on my wounds, both Baby Fangs AND High Intensity have stopped sleeping. There is another %#&%&*#!!! mouse loose in the house, which, at this point, is making me want to move, AND I've just discovered something even worse than a hangover: a chocolate hangover. It's funny, I didn't even feel full yesterday, let alone sick, and now I'm aching like I've got the stomach flu. Baaaaaaaarf.
AND the Christmas tree keeps falling over.
I have to say, I'm not feeling very festive.
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Glad you're back. I didn't want to hear about a messy divorce on the grounds that he's a blog-destroyer.
Hmmm... a chocolate M? Seems that's the beginning of someone ELSE's name in your family. Does she KNOW you ate her chocolate letter???
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