But sometimes her wires are crossed
I have now broken my second pair of ear buds in two days. The first pair somehow shorted out or some such — the sound blips on and off in the right ear bud. Well, it did before it permanently decided it liked Off best. The second pair has some exposed wire going on now.
Seriously. How did I do this?
Once again, I need new headphones of some sort. I guess maybe I should NOT buy the cheapest pair this time.
The Princess told me last night, “Mom, when you wake up tomorrow – DON’T EAT ANYTHING. If you get hungry, drink some water, but DO. NOT. EAT.” Okay, so at that point, I was clued in… breakfast in bed, six year old style. Awesome, dry toast.
Well, The Princess slept in.
So, Happy Mother’s Day to all of you. I’m starving and dying for coffee. I hope everyone has an awesome day!
I love Apple.
I love iTunes.
And even when I knew that the downloads on iTunes was all DRM-y, I didn’t care because I loved the ease of use and how everything was all in one place. Before the whole iTunes thing, I had a Sony MP3 player and the Connect/Sound Stage program was no where near as user friendly as I find iTunes to be.
So, even when I knew Amazon was DRM-free, I didn’t use it because iTunes was so easy. And even though I knew that most songs were cheaper per song than iTunes, I still didn’t use Amazon because iTunes kept all my stuff in a nice neat tidy little bundle and I didn’t have to import anything or do anything crazy special – everything JUST HAPPENED easily.
But THEN.
I went looking for an album the other day and it wasn’t available on iTunes. It was available on Amazon. I downloaded the nifty little Amazon downloader doohickey and found out that all this time I thought that it was going to be a mess DL’ing music from Amazon, it wasn’t. It was easy and all my new music went right into iTunes without me having to import songs or break a sweat.
If I could find where my daughters hid my Staples button, I would press it now: “That was easy.”
And if you’re wondering what I’m listening to….
The Mechanics of Leaving
Tonight, The Princess asked for a quesadilla. She chomped on it for awhile before putting it down. When I saw it on her plate I said to her, “Your quesadilla looks kinda like PacMan!”
Blank stare.
“Huh?” she asked.
“PacMan, your quesadilla kind of looks like PacMan.”
“Mom,” she said, as though I had horns or three heads, “I don’t even KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT.”
(You can see it, right? I realize the mouth is a bit too rounded for PacMan… and that PacMan wasn’t covered in cheese, as far as I can remember, but it’s a resemblance nonetheless – like it could be PacMan’s cousin or something).
Where You’ll Find Me