Just got out of bed, came through the house, and barely had a chance to say Good Morning to Hubby when the phone rings. It's an Inspector from out at work and he needs hubby to come in today - which is supposed to be a holiday for us. Grr... Hubby had to take his coffee on the run because I hadn't even made any yet. One of these days he'll learn to turn that freaking cell phone off when he gets home.
I finally broke down and got a printer for my laptop over the weekend. Before doing this, I'd been burning down my files on disk, taking them to the old desktop comp (which is slowly dying from a virus Norton can't seem to clear out) and printing them in there. A LOT of hassel. And I do like my print correction copy. Probably part of the reason the damn demons are taking so long - it's all on the comp and I'm not able to print and check when I make corrections. So anyway, I got the printer, set it up, and realized they don't include the USB cable. *sigh* Why won't they just add a checklist on the outside of the box if it doesn't have everything you need? Is it manufacturer's guilt? Do they leave that little tidbit off because they fear you might go up a price notch just to keep from having to hunt down a @#$%^*&! cable?
So now, it's back to the store today for a USB cable. I thought I had one - heck two or three, really. Where? Only the gnomes know. I dug around through two boxes of CPK clothes until I found the cable I remembered I had. And guess what - it doesn't fit. Typical! *voodoo doll*
On a lighter note...
... the house looks great. I worked my tail off all weekend and managed to get the curio cabinet in the den, all the glass treasures dusted and put away, the top of the TV cleaned off, and even hung the new picture above the couch. All that along with the usual Easter stuff for the kids. Speaking of which, Mini had his first egg hunt this year! We waited until Oldest was home so he could be the one to hide the eggs, so it was around 1 pm when we did the hunt. It was adorable! Mini had watched Dora the Explorer hunt Easter eggs on TV that morning, so he knew just what to do.
His dad handed him the basket, and he was a bit confused. But then we took him out on the front patio, and Hubby said, "Can you find an egg?" Oh, man... it was on then! Mini hunted eggs like... like... a veteran toddler egg hunter! ^_^
Oh, yeah. Mommy is proud. Son, you have passed this ritual of manhood with flying colors.
That's all the tale I have for the telling this morning. Now I must go and consume coffee before my mutant bitch factor spikes. I have both boys home today, and they like to annoy one another on and off throughout the day. Ha! Brothers...
Happy Monday, folks!