I got my MooCards! Yee-Haw!
For those that are interested, here are the original pictures I used for the cards:
I’m so pleased with myself I could spit.
…
Really — when did expectoration become a sign of pleasure, I ask you?
Okay.
This is gonna take a little getting used to.
This is my first post from my brand new MacBook Pro.
The one thing they don’t advertise in the Apple ads?
That feeling that you might throw up after shelling out that much cash.
Urp.
As of right now, I have no idea how to do anything on this thing.
And yet I have installed two programs and taken three pictures.
I’m in for some interesting adventures.
If any of y’all are Mac users and have beautiful tips and tricks for me, shout em out, baby.
I am puttty in your hands .
[Drinks the Kool-Aid.]
Well, I’m an uncle. Again.
At 10:20 last night, the world’s supply of natural resources — e.g., whipped cream, pencil sharpeners, the racing cars in Monopoly sets — was further impinged upon by the arrival of Clarke John Sweeney Adams.
10 fingers, 10 toes.
No flippers.
(I guess we can’t have everything.)
As I was picking the wee Nugget up for the first time, mysisterwhoeatspoofortwo said, “Say hello to your Uncle Monkey Pants.”
I can live with that.
