or maybe it was the Irish Lottery scheme I was running.  But my husband reset the modem and I have a new random IP address that does NOT keep me out of my blog and every other important website in my life.  I would like to say that 6 days without internet access has resulted in a sparkly clean house or only clean clothes but it is not so.  We are 90% done with the repainting, rescreening, redooring of the porch though.  The project that was supposed to take 2 days.  huh.

My husband came home from a work-related conference yesterday with 3 free packets of Starbucks coffee and a free 2 week subscription to Netflix.

The Starbucks does not surprise me as I'm sure there will be a Starbucks on every corner in heaven AND hell.  In heaven, there will never be a line, the barista will be a male model and my Caramel Macchiato will have--and this is going to wig you out--caramel in it.  And it will taste exactly the same every single time.

In hell, Starbucks will always have a line, you'll always find yourself holding an infant in a heavy-ass infant carrier, trying to keep a toddler from grabbing the coffee mugs found in the bin on the floor and throwing them over his head as fast as he can.  The girl in front of you will be talking loudly on her cell phone, explaining to her best friend how her latest walk of shame resulted in a case of the clap, the cashier will not speak a word of English, even the limited English required in Starbucks (Coffee.  Coffee.) Someone will keep stealing your drink from the counter because you are too busy trying to keep the kids in order and when you finally get your Caramel Macchiato, it will be decaf and have no caramel in it.

But Netflix?  If you knew my husband's line of work, you, along with me, would realize that Netflix is apparently now officially everywhere.  He was so very excited and showed me how to order movies from their website.

I didn't have the heart to remind him that we have no DVD player.  You know where it is.  In storage.