Being Supergirl

I've decide that my new pink laptop makes me Supergirl.

And not the 1980's blonde version (with a weirdly hesitant voice/accent) but the adorable pink Supergirl version (I know this version well, since this was Tallulah's Halloween costume a few years ago) - and of course my version has crazy brunette hair..

Anyway.

I had my desk all set up all day with my work computer in front of me and my laptop carefully set up so that you had to actually walk your happy ass around behind me in order to see that I was blogging and playing farmville.

Of course, there may or may not be cameras in our new office (did I mention that the office moved out of the ghetto?? That's a whole 'nother post), so its entirely possible that Money Boss and Anal Boss were watching me blog and play farmville while they ate popcorn.

So it was all set up & I had my snazzy insanely massive bag under my desk. And I blogged. Twice.

Because I'm Supergirl and I can blog and work and plant/harvest crops and plot to take over the world all without breaking a sweat all because of my pink laptop.

Pretty in Pink

Saturday Bean bought me my Christmas/birthday present (as I mentioned) - a pink laptop.

I love it. Alot.

And Perry actually did some good (and told the truth) and showed me how to tether my phone to it so that I can get internet anywhere..

So here I am at work & blogging.

Aren't you thrilled??

I am.

Because Bitches Bitch

Did ya miss me??

Yeah, I did too.

I'd like to tell you about my fantastic trip to Morocco while I was away, but as I don't know anything about Morocco (including how to spell it really), I'd just be pulling shit out of my ass.

The truth is, I've been bitchy.

About everything.

Mom, kids, work, friends and Bean. I've got nothing productive to say about anyone but Rowlf. He's still stinkin' adorable. (And I'm seriously considering getting him a mohawk - but that would actually make a good post)

And I'm still feeling bitchy. And I haven't been here because I didn't want to bore everyone with my constant complaints. But today I have one that I had to share and I thought y'all would find amusing.

Bean bought me Christmas/Birthday laptop today. (It's pink and I love it.)

The only problem was that I couldn't remember the password for my wifi. So I called Comcast to see if they knew it.

They didn't.

So they sent me to Netgear.

The guy had a VERY heavily accented English and was snappy if I didn't understand him.

And then he tells me that he can't help me unless I pay $100.

Fuck that.

So I hung up and went digging around on the old computer where the router lives.

And there was a little icon that said "Router" on it.

So I opened it.

And there's all my info. Definitely NOT worth $100.