That last post

So here's the skinny on that last post.

My sister's computer broke. This is my problem because I am the resident computer geek in my family. I man the help desk 24/7. I keep telling them this isn't what I DO. They keep calling me.

So after two weeks of continuous deflection and half-hearted phone intervention, I finally gave in and went over to my sister's house to have a look. I figured, if I couldn't help her, at least Kath and Chris could play with the kid for a while, and that would make everyone happy (including Dave, who got the afternoon to himself).

Long story short, I did figure it out. And it wasn't at all what I thought originally. But at least it's fixed. I thought I would be funny and write a little post on my blog, pull it up on the screen (to demonstrate that the internet was working again) and call Katherine into the room to "see if maybe I got something."

What did she do? Walk over to the computer? Scroll right past my cute little post, and demand, "Is it fixed?"

Arg. So much for being cute.

How much Ann rocks.

This is a blog post about how much I rock.

I fixed Kath and Chris' internet connection, even though I had no business figuring it out.

That's because I rock.