Now, I'm not naming names or anything, but SOMEONE seems to have spilled wine on her laptop and has cooked her machine. Noob!
er... unless she can get it going by tomorrow morning, she'll be sneaking into my office to grab another machine...
Good Night Quito
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Well, tonight is our last night in Quito. Tomorrow we head homne via Lima
Peru and San Salvador, El Salvador, hopig to arrive around 10;30PM
We had a great...
16 years ago
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Thinking about this a bit, being able to go get a replacement computer.
Does your employer not realise that privileges like that only reinforce your belief you are a princess.
What?! Who said that?!
OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!
OH! I beg your pardon Majesty. I erred by referring to you as a mere princess.
I can see that you are the glorious, all powerful Queen of Hearts.
I now return to my work ( while profusely genuflecting)
Painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red
We dare not stop
Or waste a drop
So let the paint be spread
We're painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red
Oh, painting the roses red
And many a tear we shed
Because we know
They'll cease to grow
In fact, they'll soon be dead
And yet we go ahead
Painting the roses red
Painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red
Oh, pardon me
But Mister Three
Why must you paint them red?
*talking*
Huh? Oh! Well, the fact is, Miss
We planted the white roses by mistake
And...
*singing*
The Queen she likes 'em red
If she saw white instead
She'd raise a fuss
And each of us
Would quickly lose his head
[Alice:Goodness!]
Since this is the part we dread
We're painting the roses red
[Alice:Oh, Dear! Then let me help you]
Painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red
Don't tell the Queen what you have seen
Or say that's what we said
But we're painting the roses red
Yes, painting the roses red
Not pink
Not green
Not aquamarine
We're painting the roses red!
Well done!
{clap clap clap!}
Grant has set the devotional bar pretty high, people...
;-)
Follow up for those interested...
My hard drive was fried and the data is lost.
The moral of the story? Drink grain alcohol. All of the fun, none of those damaging (and fattening!) sugar!
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