Guess who's back. . .

Camo lunch bag made for bird-watching friend, Tim, who insists he's seen a kingfisher.
You know what we say to that? Oh please.

Oh, my word. . . I can blog! It's a miracle! My ibook is finally fixed, no thanks to "snotty Fort Wayne Mac guy" who said a home-repair wasn't a good idea. Look who's blogging now, arrogant techie! Hang up your nerd goggles, Bob, because this girl is now a computer repairer. Seriously, I took the thing apart with my bare hands. And all I got from my secretly-jealous husband at the end of it was a fist bump. A fist bump!? I'm not sure what I expected. Maybe a bottle of champagne poured over my head. That seems fitting.

Let's take a moment to imagine that. Ahhh, sweet victory.

I'm playing catch up over on flickr.