It's well after 11 am...
1. I am supposed to be showered, dressed, and on my way out of the door to head for Richmond, Virginia.
2. Instead, I have been sitting in my nightgown with my hair sticking straight up, in front of the laptop, paying bills, catching up with my Vox buddies, buying Moo cards, and looking at photos on Flicker.
3. Once I get to Richmond, I am going to help my aunt set up her wireless and new computer system... and, if my nerves are not fried by then, teach her how to use her email account.
4. Since I installed my father's wireless word has obviously gotten around within the family that I am some sort of computer genius.
5. I am not a computer genius.... nor tech support.
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My sister calls me at least once a quarter about something that's wrong with her iPod and because I love her, I don't say "Is it somehow hooked up to a TypePad blog? No? Ok, then ask Apple."
Never, ever tell anyone that you know anything about computers, cell phones, or anything that requires a power cord, battery or solar panel.
Snort! How about we do a trade - I provide you with an illustration, you do all of my tech support?