gone

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Our dumb computer died. Can't even turn it on anymore. And we tried. HARD. So now, no more blogging until we get a new one. I know. Can you stand it? Can I?

On a positive note; my house will get some attention, and so will my kids. They won't have to come in anymore and ask with trepidation in their voice, "Mom? Can you please change Laynee's diaper? It's starting to smell like the county landfill in here." And Michael won't have to go, "Hey, Em? Would you mind making dinner tonight? We're running low on Daisy's dog food and I think she's tired of sharing with us."

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Unknown said…
ERMA not only will this affect you but it will make all your daily readers go into withdrawls! At least I will! OH SO SAD. What did we do.....hmmm let me think when I was raising your cousins... NO CELL PHONE, got stuck and hitched rides when I ran out of gas or the car broke down (with 3 kids), lots of excuses about why didn't you call, well, because CELL PHONES WERE NOT INVENTED DUH! and OH yeah, I actually was bored because all the cleaning was done and....dinner was cooked and I had time on my hands afterwards! PHEW Please get a new computer! Too bad you are so far away, Mikie would build you a REALLY NICE one!
February 3, 2009 at 1:47 PM
Danielle said…
So, if you're computer is dead, then how did you make THIS post? Hmmmmmm?

I should be a detective.
February 3, 2009 at 4:44 PM
Tamara with a "T" said…
Emily can tell what the future holds for her. She's a Vampire Witch.
February 4, 2009 at 7:41 AM
Kevin and Carrie said…
Well, aren't we siblings or what? My computer is acting up. She's slowly dying. I have ordered her replacement. It's sad to watch her go. She's acting like I flushed her down the toilet or something and now I almost want to, just to justify her actions... The point is, I feel you.

Love,
Kev

pirarbi That's the new pirate barbi. at least that is what word verification is trying to tell me... I think.
February 6, 2009 at 3:29 PM
Anonymous said…
No computer, no Miracle Whip? I'm sending lots, and lots of love to help you thru this difficult time! He He. Love, mom Burrell
February 8, 2009 at 9:45 PM
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