Atomictumor

“Get up, AT!  GO GO GO!  Go clean the house!  The kids are gone, you can do it, you can do it!”

AT: “uhhhg.”

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In taking that picture, designed to demonstrate my sloth,  it set off an interesting chain of events.  Follow me, if you will.

1. First, I had to get up to get the camera, to take a picture of my comfy bed. And it is comfy, lemme tell you.  California King, the sheets are this weird stuff BJ found thats made of wood or something, but its smooth like silk and comfy like cotton.  Its heavy, like wood, evidently.  Its rockin, but needs to be washed.  While we’re talking the bad side, the mattress is like, 100 years old or something.  The bed used to be BJ’s parents, and we never could buy a mattress.  Its still comfy enough, and made even more comfy when we got rid of the bed frame when BJ redesigned the room.  Yes, bedroom furniture is now obsolete.  Well, not in the kids room.
   I digress.
2. Found the camera.  Also found the smart card reader for my camera, that has been missing for some time.  Well, it was under the couch.  Better luck next time, couch.
3. Took the picture.
4. Realized that laptop has a handy dandy spot built into it to read the smart card, so I didn’t need the friggin reader anyway.  Isn’t it amazing when you find two solutions to a week old problem in the span of 5 minutes?  Particularly when they’re solutions that render the original problem moot?
   Ahhh, fortune, you smile on me today.
5. Found all sorts of pictures on memory stick in reader.  Evidently it had been missing for some time, the last pictures in it were these ones, back on the last day of BJ’s sweet little short life.  I had to break the news to the memory stick.  It took it pretty well, I suppose.

Again, the digression, foolishness abounds indeed.

No, the thing is, this card had all sorts of pictures, and I didn’t realize it until I looked at it.  The earliest one was 10/11, it went through the preparations for the renewal, it had pictures BJ was taking of the process of making her beer chair, pictures of the boys dressed up in their halloween costumes for school (which were the last ones she took).

It has the pictures of her in the bed that I took to reassure MastaG.

I’ve been bitching to myself about the way the ‘tumor does pictures, so I might get suck it up and get a flickr account (I HATE internet fads.  I hate myspace, I hate blogger, I hate flickr.  Why?  Because I’m a wiener).  When I do, I think I might just up the entire card, along with some other stuff.  Pictures are nice.

I’m still in bed, just so you know…

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