Addicted-Schmedicted

Our router doesn't seem to be working. After being cut off from the internetz for the longest 239.5 minutes of my life, here I sit.


I'm in the coat closet. Shhh! Don't tell anyone.


You see, our high-speed cable modem is in our coat closet.


How lame am I??


CG told me before he left for class that I'd have to connect the old-fashioned way. I've been wireless for so long, I didn't even know how! I told him it was ok 'cause it's not like I have to be constantly tapped in, right?


Are you laughing??? He was when I told him that.


One hour later, I was texting him during his class.


"How in bloody hell do I get connected? Oh, that blue cable thingy goes in the back of my laptop?"


Yep, I popped my laptop's cherry. She'd never had a cable in her before.


After a call to the pimptastic cable mating service Comcastic for a reset, it worked.


She's liking it in this dark coat closet. Her fans are a-humming and she is connected with her lurve, the internetz!


The End.

'lisciously scribed by Heather Murphy-Raines @ 8:46 PM