Makes Perfect Sense

The internet guy came tonight. We have seven cable connections in this apartment. Actually, maybe even more, if you count the rooms that have more than one apparent connection. Living room, bedrooms, entry hall...

He tried every single one, trying to get the internet set up. He moved furniture and looked in other corners. He went downstairs and upstairs asking our neighbors if they had internet connections. He checked the cables outside. No juice.

Not one connection would work. From room to room he and David went, while I fed the boys and rocked the baby and hoped that it wasn't as bad as I thought. And braced myself to not completely lose it when they said that yes, we have no internet.

I laid in a dark bedroom with the baby until I couldn't hear David and the guy talking anymore and the baby was more or less asleep.

I came out and there was nothing in any room that looked like the internet had moved in. I thought the guy had left already, and with him went my last hope of technological happiness.

And I was not going to cry. Too much.

Then I walked into the kitchen.

There was the internet guy filling out paperwork. And my husband, sitting at the kitchen table across from him - reading my blog!

It would appear that the only functioning internet cable connection of all possible cable conections in our place is in the kitchen.

Behind the refrigerator.

Of course!