So, I went to go look for a USB cable so I could transfer some pictures old and new from my Blackberry onto my desktop so I could blog about them. But when your husband works with computers, sometimes hilarity ensues from simple tasks like this.
Wait a minute. Something’s not right about this…
Ah ha. Who knew that the USB cable I know and love comes in adorable-but-useless mini size? Not me.
Anyway, I found the right cable among the bazillion cables we have laying around here and transferred the pictures.
I was mostly doing this because, on my way home from picking up my two term papers and my dissertation critical evaluation (distinction, merit, distinction), I noticed how very civilised Bloomsbury is and took a picture of it as proof:
Hey, Billy. This scaffolding is an eyesore. We can’t have that… I know! Let’s add some flower planting baskets. Transformationz!!1!
And while I was transferring photos, I noticed some I took back in America.
Americans love Twilight. And by Twilight, I mean Edward Cullen. And by Edward Cullen, I mean Robert Pattinson. Look! There are three separate biographies on Robert Pattinson!
And pancakes in America are GIGANTIC.
Look! They’re bigger than my face! I managed to eat one of them.