I am 100% percent not ready for Christmas so I’m going to pretend that it isn’t happening. At least for now.
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If you didn’t read about how I fixed my phone, go here first.
I got an email from my super tech-brilliant sister a couple days later with a link to that post:
It simply read: “FYI, this has caused me physically heart-wrenching death pains.”
I responded: “Was it worry for me possibly dying in a bed fire, or simply worry for the phone and my technique?” (I totally already knew the answer.)
Her: “A little bit of the first, but primarily the second. Why nail glue? Whhhhhhhyyyyyyyyy?”
I laughed for awhile when I read that – which is terrible because she was probably actually twitchy. Apparently I should have used glue specially designed for repairing phones and other electronics.
Well, dear sister, I didn’t have phone-repair glue. I had nail glue.
Love the one you’re with, ya know?
And I stand by it. It totally worked.
PS – But actually, you should listen to her advice and not mine. Your chances of dying in a bed fire drop by, like, 90%.
I am kawminting because … I doan know why. how? ’cause I/we can. why? — well, there’s a plethora, axually’ a couple dozen plethoraz, of stuff one can do at any given (key pen mined there’s moments which aren’t necessarily ‘given’) moment so this is an example, albeit a poor one but I should be out of XXXX key yooses and feel like i’m in an out-of-control kid’s toy red wagon rollickingly rolling down the hill. to doom.
it hasn’t been a toadullee terrible day, however. I played ice hockey with a dozen of my friends and everyone had fun. i’m still drinking beer (well, I did have one BIG whiskey) basking in the afterglow of it.
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That sounds like a simply Lovely day! Have one more beer for me. I’m at a Christmas party and working my way up to one too many gin. Gin-me approves.
PS – there’s never a reason needed for commenting!!
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