Offer me anything I ask for….

“I want my dog’s email back, you son of a bitch!…

HELLO! MY NAME IS JENNIFER. YOU STOLE MY DOG’S EMAIL. PREPARE TO DIE!”

[Brandishing imaginary sword with dramatic emphasis & incredible flair.]

(I’ve always wanted to find a way to use that Princess Bride line in real life.)

[marking off my list - check!]

But it’s done – it’s finished.

The bastard’s been caught & all is right in the world of Maggie Moo again.

Because when Maggie learned her email was hijacked, she became absolutely distraught.

How can you tell?

• The fitted sheet has been ripped off her bed, then ripped into shreds.
• My bathroom’s bath mat has been pulled out & flung hap-hazardly over the destroyed sheet…next in line to be torn into a million carpet-napped pieces.
• And Daddy’s stinky sock has been left alone – abandoned on the on the bed back there…it’s stinky smell no longer a source of comfort.

But never fear, Moo-Moo!…For mommy has slayed the 6-fingered email-stealing man & all is right in the world again.

It only took a $20 phone card & 2 hours of my life I’ll never get back, but hey - it’s done.

Now I  can try to get back on track today & focus on all the other crap that’s hit the fan since what is bound to become known as the great PayPal incident of 2009.

Like…

• the automatic Windows update that completely crashed my still brand-new, high-end, screamin’-machine laptop last night…
• the What in the World giveaway that I’m now behind on…
• replying to the slew of personal emails that have sat neglected these past few days…
• and my web design clients who are anxiously awaiting the next round of their comps.

Oh yeah…and I still need to finish-up laundry, take the chicken out of the freezer and sweep our wall-to-wall hardwood floors.

[Hate having to sweep floors everyday, still on the list.]