SLAVE TO TECHNOLOGY

I can't tell you what everyone is reading today because I am having trouble communicating with my girls. No, we are not mad at each other. No, we have not stopped speaking the same language. No, I have not lost their phone numbers.

But it is 10:30 at night--too late to call and I didn't email them because I can't email.

Yes, my friends. My wonderful locally owned dependable service provider has sold out to an evil empire and it isn't going all that well for me. I just can't get it together. I get some email. I have the Internet sometimes. I can't email out at all. My cable it dicey. It has not been dicey during a football game yet. That will be next. The score will be 14-10. It will be third and goal with no time outs and 10 seconds on the clock. Then the cable will go away. It's bound to happen.

I am a wreck. I am also not reading anything. I finished Rhett Butler's People this morning but I haven't had time to start anything new for fooling with my technology and yelling at people.

The yelling has done no good. The Guy has respectfully requested that I stop yelling at those people. He's a real gentleman, The Guy. We'll see how that works out for him when the cable goes out three minutes before The Fringe or Star Gate number 873, the Next Generation goes off.

I'm changing the subject now. It's for the best. Cheryl, Stephanie, and I are going to see some of our favorite people in Atlanta this weekend. We are going to Moonlight and Magnolias, a writer's conference sponsored by Georgia Romance Writers chapter of RWA. We will miss Kathy, but she has some important fish to fry this weekend because she is such a great mom.

So. . . .

Tell us what you're reading.
Tell us how you cope when your technology goes awry.
Tell us your favorite food--just 'cause I want to know. Humor me. I'm having a bad day.