Friday, in case you didn’t notice, I was blogless. Not only did I feel lousy — thanks, much better now — but more importantly my wireless Internet connection was on strike. All weekend, in fact. Last night I mentioned to the DH that I had to call Comcast this morning because my wireless was on the fritz.
“Let me take a look.”
Two minutes later I’m connected.
“How’d you do that?”
Pity gleamed in his eyes. “I unplugged the power from the modem box, waited twenty seconds and plugged it back in.”
I’m glad I didn’t call the Comcast boys out.
Yeah, can you imagine how much they would have charged you???
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Comment by Ginger — January 7, 2008 @ 8:11 am
That happen to me before so I know what you mean
Comment by barbara — January 7, 2008 @ 9:20 am
That’s always DG’s first response, and yet somehow I always forget–in the OH MY DOG MY INTERNET IS DOWN!!! panic–that I should do that too.
Probably *before* I call him
Comment by Kimberly — January 7, 2008 @ 9:37 am
Well, I’m swearing to you girls that if I hadn’t been sickly it would’ve occurred to me. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Comment by Jennifer — January 7, 2008 @ 5:39 pm