And since I use any excuse to be an underachiever, I'm taking the day off too.
I'm tired and I have the munchies.
Remember yesterday when I made a fuss that my youngest spawn was nothing more than a sweet, innocent infant?
Well, he was up twice in the night for no apparent reason and it reminded me that he is indeed not an infant, and he should not be waking up in the night.
And the bleary-eyed stumbling through the house reminded me that I really don't want an infant, after all.
In other news: My e-mail account, for the second time in the past several weeks, sent out spam messages to various people on my contact list.
This prompted a change of password which has turned my world as I know it upside down. I'd been using that password since 2002, back when I had
My how times have changed.
Then I was told that I should clear out my inbox as well to help with the whole spamming issue.
Ladies and gentlemen, do you know how many e-mail messages were in my inbox?
Let me tell you.
You're not going to believe me.
Here it goes:
Yes, that was six thousand four hundred and twelve.
I just kept thinking that "I might need that one down the road..."
Somebody stage an intervention. I should be on that show Hoarders. Internet edition.
You'll be glad to know that I deleted everything from 2002-2008. I'm working on the rest.
Baby steps, people.
And now I shall take myself, my children, and my hairy legs to the swimming pool and hope that I don't run into anyone I know.
Or until I blog again.
Hungry and Hairy in North Carolina