A Definite Maybe

After the recent death of our iPod, I’m on the hunt. We don’t need the fancy touch screen, we just need a big hard drive to store our ridiculously long and complicated playlists. Because now the girls can’t find their dance practice music, or their “I-promise-I’ll-do-schoolwork-if-you-play-this-song” music. I am without my cleaning-jams. So of course, I can’t vacuum or dust, or anything! It is getting desperate around here. The silence (background silence, I mean) is deafening I tell you!

So excuse me while I go back and hit refresh. There is some inexperienced e-bayer on there who thinks they are going to win this one…