C'est Moi

pissed off. just when you need something the most, it goes MIA. to the max.

six friggin' hours of work, saved in the tiniest USB stick that the younger son just happened to play with and is now just... friggin' missin'. to make matters worse, when you ask kimi, "please tell us where you put mama's red memory stick", he babbles and smiles back, thinking it's all a game.

gardemit!!!