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saifaiHad kind of a rough day. I had no idea that one computer could require so many updates. Wow. I've spent the entire day updating three! My mother's, my Dad's old one, and mine (which I've discovered requires a clean version of XP).
While I'm updating my Mom's computer, she's walking around telling me she's off to take a nap until the guy from the furniture store comes by (to price out everything in the house for the lawyers). Whatever. Not ten minutes later she comes back with receipt.
I know this receipt. She had one last week. It's from an adult toy store. Dad's been shopping for his girlfriend. Mom dragged my hubby out with her one day last week to get some work done for her car. Lo and behold, right down the street is the very store Dad's been shopping at. Mom must go in, and happens to have the receipt with her, and goes in to see what Dad bought. I'm totally squicked.
Back to the story though, Mom comes up to me with another one today. Turns out she'd already shown it to hubby who had casually said (read threw me to the wolves as a sacrifice to save his own delicate hide), "I'm sure Rhonda would love to go with you."
*bangs head on desk*
I already know what's on that receipt. It involves vibrating nipple clamps and pulsonic vibrators. TMI!!!
While I'm updating my Mom's computer, she's walking around telling me she's off to take a nap until the guy from the furniture store comes by (to price out everything in the house for the lawyers). Whatever. Not ten minutes later she comes back with receipt.
I know this receipt. She had one last week. It's from an adult toy store. Dad's been shopping for his girlfriend. Mom dragged my hubby out with her one day last week to get some work done for her car. Lo and behold, right down the street is the very store Dad's been shopping at. Mom must go in, and happens to have the receipt with her, and goes in to see what Dad bought. I'm totally squicked.
Back to the story though, Mom comes up to me with another one today. Turns out she'd already shown it to hubby who had casually said (read threw me to the wolves as a sacrifice to save his own delicate hide), "I'm sure Rhonda would love to go with you."
*bangs head on desk*
I already know what's on that receipt. It involves vibrating nipple clamps and pulsonic vibrators. TMI!!!
