If you follow me on twitter, you know I seriously overuse the word "french".
2 strangers have gushed about my newly styled hair today. It was all I could do to not french them.
There's a Verizon truck in my neighborhood. If he gives me internet, I'll french him.
Hubs thinks its weird.
Okay, most everyone thinks its weird, but it stuck. And I'm weird. So it works.
Well, last night, the hubs (with help from his friend on the phone) fixed my computer. The computer that has been dead for 4 months. The computer that has put a serious damper on my blogging, online shopping and facebook stalking. It involved moving everything to an external hard drive, deleting the entire operating system and installing all new drivers.
And then I frenched him.
So while I still have craptastic internet, I have my pretty green laptop back. I want to replace it with a Mac eventually, but I'm glad I'll get more than 2 years out of this sucker.
Moral of the story: Never buy a Dell and french anyone that can fix one for you.