So sorry to be sort of AWOL, my little partridges, but we’ve had problems with our internet connection here at the world headquarters for mrpeenee, inc. Every day I would come home hoping the interweb fairy had fixed the snag while I was out, but no, no. I would consider wading into the dreary swamp of tech support and then decide instead to go read and eat cookies. When life hands you lemons, go read and eat cookies, that’s what I say.
Worse, the internet filter at work blocks all your blogs from me. Apparently the fashion bulletins from Chateau Thombeau are a threat to national security. Finally, this evening, I couldn’t stand it any longer, I missed you all so very much, and I broke down and called into Earthlink’s help desk, Radio Mumbai.
We have all been there, I assume, and so I do not need to dwell on the particulars of this time. I’m always charmed by their infinite patience as they attempt to walk me through a screen that is nothing like what I’m looking at. Also, I remained convinced they are just taking a break from their Bollywood careers and that in real life the faceless voice I’m dealing with looks like John Abraham.
Also, am I the only one who is a tiny bit concerned when dealing with these guys that they are scanning a read-out of all my latest porn purchases? Will I be scolded for spending too much time on musclehunks.com? What if that turns out to be the problem? It could happen.