WAFFLES: BOSS!!! The interwebs are broken! How am I going to chat with my girlfriends???
KATIE: Don't know. Don't care. Take a nap.
WAFFLES: Well that's not a very good answer, Boss.
KATIE: Would it be a better answer if I meowed in ALL CAPS???
WAFFLES: Uh, NO.
Whaddya MEAN Our Interwebs Are Broken?
Today's blog post is coming to you live from Glogirly's Jeep, parked at the way top of our hill by the mailboxes. Why? The short answer is because a certain phone and internet provider that shall remain nameless *cough-cough-Century-cough-Link* is totally and completely inept.
Ok to be fair, it's not entirely their fault. But the fact that they can't get a service technician here for a WEEK IS entirely their fault.
Yesterday we had a huge lightning storm in our canyon. Though our house didn't take a direct hit, it was VERY close and we believe the surge entered through our satellite TV cable. There was a bright light and huge crash bang that came from our audio/visual cabinet. Our TV is fine, but the modem and all the satellite TV components are fried.
No modem means no internet. No internet means no online shopping, no phone, no email, no Facebook...and unless Glogirly drives up our hill and crosses her fingers, no new blog post.
She managed to get just enough of a signal on her phone to quickly post today's blog using it as a hotspot. That's interwebs lingo for, PHEW!
We hope to be back in business by Monday so we don't have to do another blog post from the mailbox at the top of the hill.
Mountain living is a wonderful thing, though it certainly has its challenges!
KATIE: Just as long as this lapse in internet doesn't result in a lapse in mealtime.