The Zadge is having some serious technological problems here in May-hee-co!
Three-month old laptop suddenly just dying. Then reviving. Then dying.
Then the wireless doesn’t work. Then it does. But only if you hold the recently resuscitated laptop at a 78 degree angle by the balcony. Which makes it work, but impossible to type.
Then the “I” key inexplicably won’t type. Or the “M” key.
And then…. The Fear of The Tsunami takes over the resort. The beach is evacuated while everyone talks about the post-Chilean earthquake-created-tsunami taking out Puerto Vallarta.
The Zadge starts to think that perhaps she should have stayed in cold, snowy Colorado.
And, then, apparently, Blogger is so scared of the post-Chilean tsunami, that it WON’T FREAKIN’ LET ME UPLOAD ANY PHOTOS!!!! Just this one, measley, mis-cropped view from my hotel room (you have NO idea how many times I had to pound on the “m” key to type that sentence):
The Zadge is hoping that the karmic forces re-align tomorrow so she can properly tell you — and show you — about 1) how, yes in fact, the TSA seized her deadly hermetically sealed sunblock, but let her bring her benign pointy knitting needles on the plane, 2) how she has been asked 23 times where her “husband” is and “oh, WHY are you traveling by yourself?!” and 3) the Cabana boys who tried to get The Zadge to go out last night with them at a club in town called “Senor Frogs!”
Until then, adios amigos!