"Somebody needs to update her blog!" Jenny said.
"Who?" I asked innocently.
Jenny narrowed her eyes and scowled at me. "You know who." This was followed by the signature Jenny finger-point.
"Dude, I have no internet at home. I have a real job now, and I just moved."
Jenny folded her arms over her chest, clearly not impressed. "I don't care," she said. "Don't be a slacker."
Can't you just feel the love?
Now that I'm actually all the way moved (Don't even ask, just know: never agree to rent a place that's not done yet. Just don't do it.) I can make arrangements to get some interweb set up at home. In the meantime, I've got a handy new library card to use at my new library.
More posts in the near future, I promise, Jenny.
2 comments:
I have no recollection of this alleged finger pointing.
@Jenny: That's because it's like breathing with you. You don't have to think about it, it just happens.
@Ali: Glad you're all moved in. Must be a relief. Oh, the "real job" thing is no excuse.
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