Well, I almost did it. I almost killed my printer this morning.
Just in case you’re curious, the cure for a printer on the verge of death is lots of patience and plenty of foul language.
And loading and unloading the ink cartridges a million times.
Unlike me, my printer is motivated by negative reinforcement and threats and eventually responded to my hateful words by printing out the important documentation (W9 forms so I can get paid for my freelance work!) that I sent to print about 5,000 times.
So now we’re friends again.
Technology can be quite frustrating, so after my episode with the printer, I decided to get up and about and load up the car with all of the Christmas gifts we’re bringing to my parents’ house.
In case you’re wondering, the big one is for my dad. Ryan wrapped it.
Lunch was a no brainer.
Leftover Italian sausage on a whole wheat hot dog bun served with roasted Brussels sprouts.
Gotta love the ease of leftovers.
Only a few more hours of writing projects to tackle before it’s off to St. Pete! Oh and I still have to pack. Bleh…