It is day two of trying to assembling the grill that brags about taking just two hours. It occurs to me that these estimates are for people who have controlled bladders, no phone calls, do not have to cook supper, nor do they have four dogs trying to help. Nor do they have a pool that is an instruction manual magnet and futhermore, they are people who know where they last left at least one of sixteen pair of "reading" glasses. O.K., I have exaggerated, if not outright lied about a lot of this. If I were to try to assemble the new grill, the later would be my story, instead, my dear companion has assembled the grill in order to spare me and him all of the above and a beautiful job he has done and a beautiful grill it is. I instead watched through the open back door and swatted flies and mosquitoes while reading messages about all of the updates that needed to occur on the computer, each of course needing to "restart" after downloading. This computer requires more updating than a hormonal teenager's wardrobe.
I offered my opinion that I should have been born in the future when all this computer business was better developed. I want one that when I want to use it, has already installed all of the updates, restarted how ever many times it needs to restart, have the page opened to where I want to be opened and a hot (or cold) cup or glass of tea waiting for me when I sit down. My partner informed me that I didn't have to wait for such accommodation, that it already exists. Good grief, I yelled, how did I miss buying whatever it is that does all of that? He told me " you don't buy it, you hire it. It's called a 'secretary' but like most unmarried women in search of a mate say about men, 'the good ones are usually already taken' and they should add that they don't come cheap and rarely on sale". Killjoy. I just love a sale.
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