Imagine this. Install Outlook on hottie red laptop. Everything appears delightful. Things sync up, everything transfers beautifully from desktop. All appears good. Except that husband's email is downloading, too. Not interested in construction emails, per se. Calls made to Dell, Microsoft, Yahoo. Much mucking about by others. Finally Yahoo clears it up. But, because of mucking about by many, many others with the account settings...incoming server & outgoing server codes talked to Yahoo server. And...about that bad housekeeping by JCK? Well, 8,950 emails were on the server in the inbox. And...8,950 emails downloaded. Oh, MY FRIGGIN' FISHNETS, Yes. Unfortunately, I'm not exaggerating. Over 7 hours it took. Niiice. And Yahoo recommended that I not even check email through the Internet to insure that no emails would be lost. Yep. Then after the 8,950 emails finished...817 downloaded. And as the 817th email downloaded my internet connection went down. I decided perchance it was time to go to bed.
Lesson Learned? Perhaps best to use delete button or file emails occasionally. My own brilliance just ASTOUNDS me at times.
So, while I was playing footsie with Yahoo downloads and my lap top at 1:30am Wednesday night, my daughter calls out for me and I go in to see what's wrong.
What's wrong sweetie, did you have a nightmare?
Mommy, I wanted to tell you that I love you. I REALLY, REALLY LOVE YOU! ...this with arms thrown around my neck and kisses.
This yummy sweetness took my frustrations and tossed them far, far away.
And the sweetness continued yesterday, while at the YMCA...
I was at the front desk taking care of business, and GIRL flings herself on me and says:
Mommy, I LOVE YOU! More than the moon and the stars. I believe a woman nearby swooned. It wasn't just me.
I clung to this morsel, this gem... and it helped later. When GIRL told BOY to disobey me at every turn. And he did. And she did. While giggling. And looking straight at me. Aaah...that GIRL, she is a delightful concoction.
Now, I better get to that housekeeping. The real kind. The dust dinosaurs are snickering... After that, I'll see about cleaning the 8,950 emails that are on the Yahoo server. Because, my desktop computer? Well, it wants to download all 8,950 emails, too. I'm not sure about the 817. It's SO good to be me!