Spam Spam the Peanut Man

So by now you have probably received not one but two emails from us with links to Viagra. I cringe to even say it on my post because now the evil little computer fairies will pick up on it and I will get ads for little pills on my FB page. Luckily when it shows you an ad on the side it gives you the opportunity to comment on it. For example, when an ad to get rid of belly flab comes on I tell it that it doesn't apply. I mean, why on earth would it ever get that idea?! Or the ads about frizzy hair. How does it know? I comment that the ad is offensive. So, when the little pill ad pops up, I'll know why and I'll comment that it doesn't apply because for real in this case - it doesn't. We have done 2 virus scans and we aren't sure why or how this little email spam thing occured but we went and changed all our info so hopefully it doesn't happen again. Whatever you do, don't open it. I'd hate to share germs.

Drew and I got back from a home buying seminar for newcomers. It was depressing. We are neither newcomers nor will we ever be homebuyers. Problem solved. We determined we might actually be able to buy a home here when Leo turns 18. What the heck is the point of that? In any case, sitting in the library listening to the Turkish real estate agent tell me about amortization and term rate and credit rating next to my husband without kids was actually sort of date like. Is that not the saddest thing you've heard all day? It's true. Even more true is that I have the world's biggest mosquito bite on my leg. Trust me on this - the Benadryl sticks do NOT work.

That's all for now. I've got to go decompress by reading or knitting or watching tv or maybe I'll drink that Benadryl stick.