The Evolution of Meg's Macbook

Once upon a time on a day much like today, Meg awaited her little bundle of joy in an excited fashion. Finally it came at about 3 0'clock in the afternoon, in a state such as this:

Meg was delighted, as this was the expected appearance of her little dear in its early state of life. With a little assistance, the box transformed into this:

Meg pressed the power button located on the Macbook Pro's front side and prepared to enjoy the final stage of her Macbook's life cycle...or so she thought.

3 minutes later:

Gloom.

Despair.

Death.

The poor mutilated creature shriveled up into it's original cardboard cocoon to get sent off for burial back to the company while Meg awaited a new bundle of joy.

The End.

Part II

Evolution of Meg

Early today:

3:09...

I Dreamed a Dream...:/

I had a dream that she came back.

That it was a total surprise, after I prayed for weeks to find her.

I dreamed that we found out where she lived

and I dreamed that she had missed me too.

(Which is prolly not the case in real life and that she prolly can't tell the difference but not the point and makes no difference anyway.)

And then I was sad when I woke up and she was gone again.

Then for some reason some cute little things she said were repeated and chuckled over by my man.

And I stumbled upon a picture of her accidentally.

So I'm still praying

And trusting God to know what's best for her.

And me.

Cuz I want her back a lot.

And I don't want Sha-sha and Len and N to disappear like this too.

I miss her a lot.

A moment of MEMEME

I feel very bad and depressed and sick.

0 things running through my head except that every little kid on the planet is against me. Which is weird, for me.

I walked around for 5 minutes this morning looking for my pajama pants, which I happened to be wearing at the time.

I'm bummed that we won't get to see my Bekah tomorrow cuz we're all sick.

My baby J has an ear infection and he's at the doctor and I'm 99.9% sure he'll come home with the swine flu.

I can't write a darn thing. My brain is dead. Nothing going through.

I don't want to do anything. Weird. Cuz (I think) there's always SOMETHING I want to do. But I'm pretty sure I do not want to do ANYTHING right now.

I will never read through the Bible in 90 days again. Ever.

I'm not even sure how my day could be made to be any better. Usually I know, and like a phone call or a note or some chocolate would do it. But I don't particularly want to talk to anyone and I have some chocolate and I don't want to eat it.