woo-hooo in light of recent parties that title is a real doozie. My public has spoken and the old swine is loading faster without the marquee script.
This is both good news and bad. I am glad that things are faster, but this means that I won’t be displaying everyone’s blog buttons! I love blog buttons. I think they’re cool. I think they’re cute. So often, they are clever. But I have such a vast collection of everyone’s buttons, they only way to display them is through the marquee script. So no more buttons.
Chelsea as soon as I translate what you said I will check into that Cold Turkey button picture too. Once again you are a doll to help me out with this (everyone is!). Not all that long ago Chelsea brought her fancy computer talk down to my level to explain caches —- she related it to my telephone and the memory function which was the best comparison for me since the phone is surgically attached to my ear!
Now, I know that you are not coming to this site on a Saturday in order to see if I got my loading problem solved. You nasty ladies want to know about the party.
That’s all you want. dirty, dirty girls.
Well it was a complete laugh riot. It was hard to hear the woman selling the items over the roar of the crowd. Things were passed around and given a ‘go’ to some extent. Things complete with various flavors and variable speeds. Some of the products seemed a bit scary – promises to tighten some things and harden others — sounded like a ride in an ambulence waiting to happen. Other things involved finding a ceiling beam in your bedroom and then hiding the hook in a hollowed out smoke detector.
I will tell you this – I went with three other girlfriends. Three of us spent over $50.
that’s all I’m sayin’.
A hollowed out smoke detector?? ROFL&L&L&L&L. Sounds like a blast.
Where are the pictures?!?!
Why not just leave the hook for all to see?
I guess the Boars is breaking out his stud finder and level! LOL! You are a naughty girl!
Faster, eh? I always tell people I’m easy, but not cheap. ;-)
Photos? I’ve had a long weekend of trauma–I need vicarious living…
Or, if you prefer, a pic of pups to soothe my nerves…heheheh