As it turns out, I have fabulous access to the internets here in Pittsbrrrrrrrrgh. Not only that, but I have been dealing with happy Yinzers. In fact, they’ve pretty much left me to my own devices, as most of them have wandered off to some big party downtown. (I think they said one of their sports teams won a bowl of soup or something.)
Anyway, I’m perusing my e-mail, and found that Google has introduced something I never realized I never wanted. They will now give you the opportunity to log all of your Google Chat conversations inside Gmail. Just what I need… a permanent record of the number of bad puns and 12-year-old blather I engage in with Bran, Busy Mom, Dawn, Kevin, my brother and my daughter.
We’ll be turning that sucker off faster than you can say, “ayt?”.
Oh, and I guess we’ll be in the market for a new car. As I was heading out the door, yesterday, I learned that my wife and kids were in a car crash. Everyone is fine (other than some air bag bruises). The worst part is not being there for the Mrs, so she can let her guard down. She goes into “Super Mom” mode instantly in a crisis (I think she should have been an EMT). Hopefully, she’s had a chance to turn it off and get some rest. But I doubt it.
So, everyone give Mrs. R a virtual hug, please.
And if you want to toss in an extra one for Whiny the Elder… poor guy was sleeping with his head on the dash when the air bag went off in his face. Ow.