I have to admit, it was a rather nice weekend without the Internet intruding on our lives. Coach wasn't glued to ESPN or some other sports tracking website. Jock wasn't spending hours searching for new music to download. Bug was saved the psychological scarring that would come with those cartoon images we all know are pornographic even though they won't admit it. I was able to enjoy several un-connected days actually connecting with my family.
But now, well, we're back. And we didn't need to adopt a new modem, either. I won't go into detail on what the actual problem was. Let me just impart the knowledge that my Internet carrier is stupid. And rude. And apparently modeled after someone's mother. Because when asked WHY they did what they did? I was told....
Because we can.
No lie, that's a direct quote from some seriously-lacking-in-customer-service, will-work-for-pennies-on-the-dollar-in-some-third-world-country representative told me this weekend.
Remember this post?
It happened again. With no prodding on my part to force that overly-cool teenager to spend some time with his little brother. In fact, I was at the other end of the house for a while before I walked in and discovered the race in progress.
Fortunately for me, and for all of you out in blogland, I was able to grab the camera. Naturally, the boys weren't as cooperative as they could be, but I persevered. We've known for ages now that Bug idolizes his big brother and will do just about anything to get Jock to pay attention to him. I've long suspected that Jock secretly enjoys spending time with Bug, as well, even though the natural state of his teenager-ness precludes his openly admitting that fact.
But.....I now have proof.