My piecer of a computer. It's dead. Not just "mostly dead" as defined by Billy Crystal describing Wesley (or the Dreaded Pirate Roberts) to Inigo Mantoia and Andre the giant in The Princess Bride but completely dead. Dead. Finito. Ka-put.
Boo.
No computer=no fun pictures of Jason and I in San Francisco last week enjoying 2 new favorite places:
1. WICKED. Need I say more? It was A-Maz-ING!! Beyond Amazing. Paint me green and call me Elphie. I loved it that much. I may have sang along to 90% of the performance. Don't judge me.
2. Alcatraz. Who knew we would love a old dilapidated prison as much as we did? We even met a former inmate of The Rock. That's right, I run with a rough crowd.
(I won't tell you he is now a perfectly reformed criminal with 9 children and a whole lotta grand kids...that would ruin my new bad girl image).
Dear Santa,
I've been good this year (mostly).
Please don't make me use the Library computers.
I may get H1-N1 by touching the key board.
That would be bad.
Love,
Dana
*p.s. I'll throw in some extra cookies if you can make this happen before Christmas.*