In Which I Am A Coding Genius

Bow down before me and worship at my feet. I finally fixed a problem that's been plaguing me for 2 days.

"How on earth" you ask, "how on earth did you manage to take that awful little man's code and make it work?"

I rewrote it all.

Oh, I kept what was good about it. There were a couple of very useful variables hidden in that strange and awful stuff. The Queen was awesome. She let me write all over her white board and agreed with everything I said. Then, I went to get a haircut and wrote everything while I was waiting for the stylist. On a piece of scrap paper from my purse. With Bug's Winnie-the-Pooh pen from Disney World. (Being a mom can be so fun sometimes. The fact that a Winnie-the-Pooh pen can rewrite Mickey Mouse code is just tickles.)

So, zip! Back to work. Bam! Write the code. Click. Test it. Oops! Oh, is that all? Bam! Fix the code. Click. Test it. POW! It works and I'm home by 8, where the Eeyore cup is sitting, empy, in the kitchen sink.

Yep. This morining I said "Would you please take that coffee cup in the bathroom down to the kitchen." I said it in a very sweet, gosh-I-love-you-honey kind of voice. I got a blank stare for an answer.

So, I'm a wifely genius too. I actually asked for what I wanted and he did it. This is a strange new phenomenon, I'll test it further and let you know how it goes.