So what happens when a man attempts to mess with his wife's cropping time? Well, after tonight and the loyalty of my computer, I find that he might crash the entire internet. Michael was trying to get the kids to the circus, and the "only possible time" was Friday night, during my cropping time. Knowing that he'd probably only return with one, if any of my three kids, I started booing the idea of him taking them himself. He proceeded to secure tickets online to this "only possible time." Somehow, he got booted twice. He said he had somehow timed out. So after a few minutes of hostile pacings and fridge-door-slamming, I decided to give it a go. After all, when it comes to shopping, I and my computer are one. So I tried my new Firefox browser, knowing it wasn't as junked up and probably a bit faster, and just tried searching circus attractions and tickets. I soon found the circus that had him all fired up and started looking at show times. Sure enough, besides the "only possible time," was a perfect one on Sunday afternoon. Now, I may be a bit sleepy after an all night crop, but this is doable. So he starts hassling me, standing right behind me, about how fast you have to type or you'll time out. OK, I'm ready. You have one minute to fill in your name, address, and crap like that. Seems easy enough. My name hasn't changed for a while. Then, on the next window, you have 3 minutes to fill in all your credit card info. 3 minutes? Do you know how many things one mom can do in 3 minutes? His only question was, "Where's your card?"
HAHA, baby, I don't need no stinkin credit card. I've had that memorized for years. The only time I pull that out is to pay for gas. I go burning up the keyboard and have that done in 30 seconds flat. Actually, I think I scared him. Anyway, the confirmation screen came up and everything was peachy and my family awarded me the GOLD. What a night!! Mom comes through!! Now I'm thinking there are a couple more things I need to order before he changes my credit card number. I'll have to finish this later...