We were at the Apple Store getting Amber’s laptop fixed and I figured that I’d make an appointment for myself as well seeing as iTunes had take it upon itself to duplicate my library twice. Odd to say the least, and I figured that I’d see if there was anything that a “genius” could do. As it turns out,t there was nothing they could do outside of say “you can redo it by hand”. Whatever, I had plans to anyway.
The funny thing came when the “genius” was looking at my iTunes library. She said that I could just re-import all the mp3s on the drive if I had room on the drive. I didn’t, the collection was 15 GB at the time (it had been copied over three times remember). But she looked at the screen and it said “1 GB”.
“Oh, it’s only one gig, you should be okay.”
“It should be bigger than that.”
“Oh…. It’s one gig of AC/DC.”
amber was mortified for some reason, I was PROUD.
I asked one of my friends if they’d be a reference for me because they worked with me on the college Not to mention, also learned the Morris Day and the Time “Jungle Love” dance. This is the response:
I figure the least I can do is tell someone how terrible of an employee you’d be.
You guys are the best! Thanks!
So Leeloo’s been getting pretty fat for a little dog. We found out why.
She’s been going down into the basement, where she found a box of large god treats in a plastic bag. She took the box out, ripped it open and has been sneaking into the basement to eat these treats. This is a large box of treats that has gone straight to her… well… everywhere.
I warned Amber when we got her that she’s street smart and we’d find things and blame them on Matty. When we first moved in, Matty only wanted to go to the bathroom in the basement. So when I heard a dog in the basement, I always assumed it was Matty.
What a bitch!
Would you ever eat from a Bloomin’ Onion again if you knew that one of those things contained 2210 calories? 134 grams of fat? 241 grams of carbohydrates? You could argue to me that it’s something that’s meant to be split between a group of people, I argue that you can’t find enough people that want to go to Outback with you in order to make your serving of that garbage manageable.
Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t ever want to go to Outback again.
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