I might die...really...I'm not joking

I still don't have internet.

This has gone from a little annoying to possibly life threatening...it might even ruin my marriage. Aaron, the man who never gets mad, is officially sick and tired of hearing me whine about the internet.

When I first found out I wouldn't have internet for a month, I secretly wondered if I would learn some huge lesson this week.

Would my first post "back" be about how maybe I shouldn't love the internet so much?

Would I realize the internet was taking up too much of my time?

I wondered those things.

I don't wonder them anymore.

The answer to those questions for me is...

ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Not having the internet has caused me to be ridiculously productive. Too productive. My entire house is unpacked and every single room is decorated. I've had lots of help, but I've also not slept or sat down.

I've decided the internet is a worthy love. For me, it's a time saver, not a time suck. Who has time to look things up in real life books? Who has time to find their cordless phone? Who has time for that nonsense?

I've also decided that there is something terribly wrong with Verizon.

How can they NOT know that people need the internet? They sell it. They should know it's valuable.

I would have rather had internet this week than running water.

I would have rather had internet this week than maybe even electricity.

I could write a stand up routine right now about Verizon.

Do you know what the message says that plays as you are waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting to talk to someone and tell them that you're going to die if they don't take their little finger and push some sort of button somewhere that makes three green lights light up on your router?

The message says...

"Go online to get all your telephone and internet questions answered."

Cruel.

That's cruel and stupid.

So one day...one day....

I will get back on this thing and heaven help us all...there are a WEEK's worth of posts stuck inside my brain waiting to pour out all over my computer screen.

I will get my Her Hands class organized

We'll have a reading schedule.

I'll get you your mentors.

I'll remind everyone about the Man Event coming up.

We'll talk about our hair fixing parties.

I'll write up what God's teaching me this semester as I'm supposed to be teaching my college girls.

I miss you internet.

And I miss my internet life.

I miss my readers.

I miss my emails.

I miss reading blogs.

If anything important has happened, you need to call me.

I don't miss Facebook. It still kind of freaks me out.

But I miss all those other things.

One day...we'll be together...say it, say it, say it, say it again....One day...we'll be together.

I'm singing that. You can sing it with me.