So there I was, surrounded by hemp-clad midgets, when all of a sudden, I says to myself, “Self,” I says, “Nostradomatic predictions aside, carrots-- perhaps coming in bandoliers, or maybe barrels-- will surely be rewarded you.” That’s when the midgets started stabbing me in the eye with lolcats and poohrocks.
For this, and a great many other things, I blame kippy. Mostly because she has a nice, small, easily remembered and typed name.
Yeah, I know…I was sleeping. Snoring away and dead to the world…didn’t hear my little text message warning or the little siren for the wootalyzer thingy. LOL The pop up screens were taunting me when I did wake up. LOL And to add insult to injury, they only had 8 of the 8GB and 9 of the 2GB. <<<Never would have been awake enough to remember my CC# pin. LOL