Thanks Kylie. I think I have a temporary fix. I removed it from FireFox and disabled it in IE (which I don't use, but QuickBooks® does). I also used Windows Task Manager to stop the processes. I'll deal with it properly if I have to and otherwise when tax season is over.
there was no physical contact or even suggestive dress in the love scene i was referring to. lawrence 'connects' with his eyes and with his voice. whoo, you're right, pf, this thread IS getting hot to the touch....
Got part of my fence painted this afternoon with that oxblood-colored paint. It looks like an axe-murderer ran amok. But I like it.
Took a little ride this morning to a blueberry farm where their crop has just come in. I felt like Sheryl Crow in her "All I Wanna Do" song, where she and the guy next to her at the bar were getting their beer buzz, watching the good people across the street washing their cars. I bought 2 lbs. of berries from the already picked fridge while the good people were out in the field with buckets, picking their own. Cuz I'm old, that's why -- and besides they're only saving a buck a pound from the ready to go ones. I stopped at the store on the way home and bought a ready-made pie crust. Woe is me. Fatter is me, also.
PS - thanks for the Anzac info, Kylie.
i can just picture it tin, you eating blueberries out of a paper bag, unwashed, by the handful, having fun and watching the sun coming up on mullholland boulevard. then, heading home and eager to see your blood red fresh-painted fence on this bright sunny day--the taste of sweet berries still lingering on your lips....
