Yesterday, when I was trying to set up my blogger account, I was having trouble getting the settings to apply to the page. I clicked, I double clicked... I clicked the frick out of the keyboard until I wanted to toss the whole thing across the room. Rest easy, I controlled myself (see previous reference of my need to control EVERYTHING). Then our kitten jumped up on the keyboard to see what all the fuss was about. I put him down. He jumped up. I returned him to the floor. He came back. This little game went on for about 2 more minutes before I found myself retracting my earlier thought of tossing the computer to the floor, but this time I was eyeing the cat. Seriously? The thing sleeps all day and he's cute and cuddly and everything, but the minute I turn to this electronic box he's suddenly hyper-aware and needs to attack my fingers?? I ended up locking him in one of the kids' bedrooms (take that!) and after a few more attempts to change the overall layout, I turned to my go-to place where all info is at my fingertips.
No, not Google. Facebook! Well, I need new friends because no one on there knew (or cared) that what I was doing (or trying to do) was making me want to bomb something. I almost junked the whole thing for the night until a friend of mine wrote back that she was able to set up an account just then and it was relatively easy. WHAT. Overachiever. Fine. So I kept at it. FINALLY, after closing the browser, restarting the computer and sending up a few prayers, the thing loaded and everything worked (thanks, God! Bill Gates...whatever). I posted, life went on, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Then today, I get a message from that same Overachieving Tech Savvy friend saying she's looking forward to more posts from me. I think she wants me dead. She's