Given that the Easter season is upon us again, I'd like to take a minute to thank the person who invented robin's eggs, those delightful candy-coated, chocolate-covered, malted-milk oviods that appear every year. I'd also like to curse the same genuises. Every year I eat so many of them I can't get over the queasiness until Easter comes around again.
For the record, I do the same think with those candy corn pumpkins that appear at Halloween. And I used to do the same thing with McDonald's Shamrock shakes, but they seem to have stopped making them and have taking the issue out of my hands.
Also for the record, I didn't realize that Easter was coming up -- we're not exactly religious folk in this little house -- until I saw said candy. The best thing about the holiday is an excuse to make a ham. Some celebrate with a trip to church. Others do it with food.
Anyway, I bring up the robin's eggs because they came in handy when I was stuck on the phone with Time-Warner tech support. See, I'd called earlier in the day to see how much it would be to add the Tennis Channel to our line-up. ($60 a year is more than I'm willing to pay, frankly). The customer service rep discovered, tho, that if we made a tiny switch in our plan, it would save us $10 a month. So she made the change. Which is when the modem stopped working.
I didn't realize this until I'd hung up the phone. I did all of the sensible things that one does. I unplugged everything, then plugged it back in. Nada. I waited a bit in the hopes that it would just go away. It didn't. So I called tech support -- and spent the next half-hour either on hold or explaining to the guy that no, I hadn't actually done anything, that the system worked just fine until I ended the earlier call. I had plenty of time to eat far too many robin's eggs. Now I am woozy. But at least the frickin' modem works again. So there's that.