Gil hates his new computer, especially the G-mail. He keeps losing his address book. They don't even call it an address book. No, they have to name it "Contacts." Poor guy. He should learn some new curse words to call the danged thing. I told him I was as frustrated by it as he was, and if it gave him any more trouble, whether he liked it or not, I'd find a way to put his Outlook Express back on. At least that mail program has sensible headers. Everything you need is right there on the left side of the page, and the address book looks like an address book and doesn't take up a whole page. Of course, if they cut out some of the crap it would help. Yep, that's what I said. I'm not washing my mouth with soap, either.
I've been hung up with trying to get him comfortable with his CPU and me loading my Kindle Fire. Wowzer! There are a gazillion reasonably priced books out there. I did notice, though, that men seem to price their books higher than we women do. I think it's a man thing that they over-value their writing. You know what I mean. The old argument that men have bigger brains, yatta, yatta, yatta. Most men's tales don't have the word count of long historicals. They're every bit as predictable as book snobs say romances are. You can bet your booties if they introduce a woman (if they even have a female in the tale) as a love interest, the big, bad villain will kill them off. That's the conflict.
We're going back to Atlanta for my husband's and daughter's birthdays. His is January 16 and hers is the 17th. It's been cold this week here in Florida, so I can imagine we'll have weather in the 20's in mid-January. Did I mention I have only two heavy slacks for going out and two for staying indoors? Doesn't make for very good wardrobe changes, does it?
I don't know when I'll get my new pc. I haven't defragged this one in about five years. I'm afraid to. It may blow up on me and splatter bits and bytes all over my office. Besides, I'm not ready to take a lot of time to transfer stuff over or get used to the freaking Windows 7. But if I wait too long, my little rambunctious mouse may have gray whiskers and aim its pointer everywhere but where I want. Ugh. I hate to think of training another mouse. They're worse than Jamie and Konner.
With love,
P.S. I hate Windows 7!