I fried the monitor on our desktop at around 1 AM last night, which apparently went over fairly well with everyone else the next morning. It seemed like the whole family had seen the explanatory Post-It note I left on the monitor excusing the burning smell.
On a happier note, I liberated the car from my parents for the first time (yes, ever) and went to Mark's annual barbeque, where his random acquaintances meet on his back deck and try to bond over cheese hot dogs (somebody explain that to me, please) and copious amounts of meat. Lots of good news from Roly, Simon, and Syl, and I got to release the inner child by nearly emptying my dinner after a little while on the swings near his house. Even got to dispense a few free hugs to a nice-smelling boy on my way home.
On a happier note, I liberated the car from my parents for the first time (yes, ever) and went to Mark's annual barbeque, where his random acquaintances meet on his back deck and try to bond over cheese hot dogs (somebody explain that to me, please) and copious amounts of meat. Lots of good news from Roly, Simon, and Syl, and I got to release the inner child by nearly emptying my dinner after a little while on the swings near his house. Even got to dispense a few free hugs to a nice-smelling boy on my way home.
