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As I have mentioned before on this blog, we live on a lake, which is situated upon a mountain.
You’re right, it’s beautiful.
Cause I know that’s what you’re thinking.
However, along with its beauty and conduciveness (did I just make up a new word?) to raising kids, it lives in its own little pocket of cellular service. I like to call it fuck me forward and back cellular. You can imagine how well fuck me forward and back cellular works when one is trying to write her latest blog post.
Not well.
Not well at all.
It wasn’t always like this. For years our little pocket had shitty cellular service, upon which I look back fondly.
But not now. Fuck me forward and back cellular has me on the back of the couch, bent over in a crouch, using one of my arms as an antennae, with my phone at a 90 degree angle pressed up against my big living room window for great lengths of time, just to post a haiku.

I could write my haiku out longhand, copy it out for each one of you, put each copy in an envelope, sleuth out each of your addresses, go to the post office, buy stamps, send it snail mail and have it reach you all before my haiku posts on WordPress.

We do have a computer. Theoretically I could write in the bedroom…
Will I? No. I’m sitting in my comfy chair, and it’s my God Damn Naptime.

So, after many months of back and forth with fuck me front and back cellular, each time swallowing a little more horse shit, they gave us a little box that was supposed to make our house a “hot spot” of cellular activity. That was several months ago, and the only spots we have seen since have been on clothing and the cat.

But….. No more!!! My tech savvy husband broke down and got us WiFi!! Now I can get on all of your blogs much more often. I can comment on them too, maybe even keep up with some of you! I’m as happy as that guy on that insurance commercial with the banjo. So beware people, I’m comin’ fer ya.