Technical difficulties or a super romantic Christmas gift?

 

 This morning, I woke up super early and was greeted by a text from my mother saying that her friend, Ann, is waiting on a blog post.  Perfect timing!  My husband and children are sound asleep, the house is quiet, and I have a couple of interruption-free hours before the family frenzy swings into full gear.  I headed towards the office and was greeted by this unsightly disaster:

Yes, friends, this is a casualty of having a computer geek for a husband.  I can't exactly explain what is happening in these photos but I can say that my computer is open and there are small circuit boards (I think that's what they are called - I could certainly be wrong) on my husband's desk.  When I first met my husband, I encountered a sight similar to this one on the floor of his parents' home office.  He said "Don't mind that.  I'm working on the computer".  I remember thinking 'Huh?!  What would possibly possess someone to open up the computer and dismantle it?  Who does that?!'  Here we sit, 14 years later, and I am just used to it.  I am guessing this is his Christmas gift to me...last I knew he was pondering a couple of super romantic options including a computer upgrade or a remote starter for my car.  Stop swooning ladies, he's taken.

 

Not knowing when I would have such beautiful, uninterrupted silence for blogging again, I decided to help myself to his computer.  He hates when I do that.  I even uploaded photos onto his computer.  I'm skating on thin ice here, folks.  I stopped short of installing photo editing software on his PC, because installing anything on his computer is strictly forbidden.  I'm talking a marriage deal-breaker.

 

So I reluctantly used some free online photo editing software to throw together the following pathetic pictorial of our day yesterday just to hold you over until I can access my computer again.

Mama Hop hosted a lovely Thanksgiving meal.  We were joined by her beloved cousin, John Perry, his wife, Jan, and their son - better known as "Godfather".  As a testimony to the level of her faith in my culinary aptitude, my mother assigned me to make the fruit salad.  I was moved by her vote of confidence in my ability to successfully cut up fruit (even though I still had to Google it - shhhhh!  Don't tell!).  To further demonstrate my kitchen competency, I even dropped a bottle of cabernet in my mom's driveway, forcing everyone to walk across broken glass and have a teetotaling Thanksgiving.  No wonder Bon Appétit magazine keeps nagging me to write a gourmet cuisine and entertaining column.

 

Ah but beverage blunders notwithstanding, we had a wonderful time.  I've got so much more to tell you about my mom and sister's visit and I'm even going to try to get Leanne over here to do a guest blog post if we can navigate our current technical uncertainties.  But for now, I must get my chubby buns on the treadmill and work off some of yesterday's overindulgence.  More fun stuff to come...watch out!