September 26, 2012

And here we go.

Half an hour until I am officially on Holidays. Holidays with a capital "H." I thought I'd leave you with this little gem first, courtesy of my mother:

Mom and I are sitting in the car, about to go inside, when she asks, "What do you think it means by 'Don's dink'?" Don is our neighbour.

"You mean 'Don's D-Link'? That's his wireless internet."

A invisible weight is suddenly lifted from Mom's shoulders. "Oh! Oh, that's much better! I was thinking there was something really wrong going on and was creeped out."

Lucky for us, none of our neighbours have named their wireless internet after any appendages. Poor Mom, thinking our (wonderful) neighbour was a pervert.

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