"Go to Google. You'll like it there. It's nice. It's better over there."
"What? Google? Wha? Move. To. Google?"
"Oh, yeah," it cooed "it's still beta, but it's ooooh soooo much better."
So in my state of mindless anticipation, sitting here waiting for Ittybit to get out of bed and shuffle in to the warm cave of a livingroom, telling me one last time of monsters and bears gobbling up her cereal and forcing me to put her back to bed before I can make my way to my own, I toggled the necessary toggles and shipped this puppy on over to Google.
They said it would be more reliable.
The window that popped up told me it would take a few minutes.
"Go," it soothed. "We'll send you an e-mail when the move is completed."
"Don't worry," it whispered. "It will be better. You'll see."
Fuck all. Now Blogger is spamming my inbox with e-mails telling me I've moved.
So far, since I've been writting this little rant, I've gotten 15 ... no, make that 16.
I'm going to bed now before I find something else wrong with this picture. I hope when I wake up tomorrow things around here aren't so gloomy.
*** PS. Too late. Just found out the spell checker isn't working -- Gof held mu.