My dear husband inadvertently crashed
my our computer the other day. He came down to dinner saying rather casually that he thought he had fried our computer, and he hoped that wasn’t a problem. I looked at him rather perplexedly for a moment and then started to eat. He asked me if it was a problem, and I replied that there were quite a few files that I didn’t have backed up for Liberty Girls and whatnot. The damage was mainly hours of typing on my part, and no hard copies to reconstruct what I had come up with. Well, I guess I have a few hard copies. He is asking my brother-in-law to look at it. I hope he can get things off of our hard drive. Right now we are using the “kids computer” which we had in storage for quite a while now. Now I have my own page with a password so the little monsters sweet angels I call my children can’t get into my precious boring and nondescript files. LOL. I really only wrote that last sentence because my three oldest are all reading this post over my shoulder. Out loud. In monotone. And giggling.
Stand for Something.