A tragedy is in progress this morning at my house:
My e-mail has been down for 43 minutes.
I don't know about you, but I'm not quite sure how to start my day without checking my e-mail.
So I will continue to sit here at the keyboard with my hot tea, wearing my black and white arguile woolly socks pulled all the way up, purple capri pj bottoms, and a scowl on my face.
It's a pretty picture, isn't it?
The kids' morning show is about to end and then they are going to expect things.
Like breakfast and help going potty.
I cannot do these things without knowledge of who may or may not have e-mailed me.
What if I'm desperately needed to help a friend who doesn't have my phone number? What if my husband has e-mailed me to tell me how cute I was drooling onto my pillow as he left for work this morning?
What if I've been tagged in an ugly picture on Facebook? I must know so that I can untag!
What if the Loft is still having their 40% off everything plus free shipping?
Anything is possible. And here I sit uninformed.
It's been 50 minutes now.
I'll keep you posted.