Remember when VCR's first came out? (If you don't, then hush up you fetus, I don't want to hear about it.) Remember your parents or grandparents bitterly complaining about how they couldn't make the danged thing work?
That is me now. I don't know how to freaking work anything. Jason had to show me how to make a phone call on his cell phone. I can start the DVD player, but that is it. I sort of know that you can put music on an I-Pod, but wouldn't be able to do it if you held a gun to my head.
And now we have this photo-shop thing. I figured out how to make funny captions on pictures. I even figured out how to put together a slide show. With music. But it's gone now because I don't know where in the hell the computer put it. Even file search is against me, saying it has no files by that name, when I know I saved it by that name because I freaking wrote it down.
And I know I wrote it down because I write everything down. I wander room to room with a post-it note pad in one hand and a pen tucked away in a pocket. Because I can't go from Room A to Room B without forgetting what I went to Room B for.
This is why my house looks like a teenage boy's room anymore (at least it doesn't SMELL like one though). I start to clean up Mess A, I take something from Mess A to return it to it's proper place in Place B. Then I begin to clean up Place B, which means I need something from Place C, where I find something that belongs in Place D.
Nothing ever gets done and I end up too exhausted to do anything anyway so I end up taking and arranging pictures of my cats. If I had grandkids, it'd be pictures of them.
Excuse me. I'm going to go jump in the creek now.
Thor sez: Wheeee! Jump like this!