Yesterday I was ranting and raving about the hacking of my beloved blog.  Today, all systems are a go.  No more random users or posts from my personal email inbox.

But this morning a new problem found me.  My cell phone decided it did not want to make out going calls.  I would dial, the phone would say dialing, then mysteriously it would say call ended.  This went on a good fifteen minutes.  Finally, as I was nearing work, the phone decided to connect.  A lot of good that does me, I had arrived at my destination. 

After a few minutes of reflection, I have decided it’s not the Technology Gods fault.  I am blaming my husband.  (Sorry B!)

You see my husband and I normally carpool to work.  Sure, I think it’s straining our marriage, but I kind of like my new role as Miss Daisy.  This morning my husband decided to throw a wrench in my routine.  B decided he would stay home and work on some more get-the-house-ready-to-sell projects.  (Editor’s note: As of 10:57 a.m., B was still in bed.  Editors note #2: B called at 11:09 a.m. in the tell-tale groggy I-just-woke-up voice.)

So this morning I was forced to drive myself while eating breakfast and applying makeup.  Two things much easier to complete when you aren’t trying to stay in your lane to avoid on coming traffic.  (I am kidding mom, I did not do these things while driving.  Well, I certainly did not veer into on coming traffic.)

As you can see, B is the reason my phone would not work this morning.  He ruined my flow.  Way to go B.