It’s the last day of the conference, and I turn on my lap top this morning to write a few emails and prepare the powerpoint presentation for this afternoon. I log-in, sign on to my mail and go to download the presentation from our school website.
Splat!
whoa! slipped on a peel of some sort
It’s gone. No presentation, no nothing…
A creepy feeling emerges from my spine, up through my cerebrum creating goose-bumps and butterflies in my stomach!
:eek: I forgot to save before I logged out last night. So here I am re-writing the presentation - luckily I had a ‘notes’ page - I’ll be done by noon.
It’s ok mr badger king I forgive you…It was your duke, Mr.Weasel who made me log out and not save…
Anyone else ever get underminded in a bad way by the villainous weasels or hampsters?
This would be the place to share your “Oh Shit” stories…
One chilly Easter weekend Queeksdraw and I went on a fishing trip to Patoka Lake. I had naturally forgotten some of my boating sense over the winter. I got on the boat, and Queeksdraw backed the trailer into the water. After the boat floated free, I realized I couldn’t start the engine. The keys were in the truck, and Queeks was headed back to the campsite for some reason. A few minutes later, I realized I had not put the drain plug in the back of the boat. I was in very shallow water and sinking. I began stripping off four layers of warm clothing, so I wouldn’t get it all wet up to the armpit. At some point I remembered to turn on the bilge pump, and it started spewing out water a little faster than it was coming in. I reached down into the drink, half naked, cold, and trying to remember where the plug went. I found it.
Now, I start the engine before unhitching the boat.