Sometime this afternoon the wp-posts table on the MySQL server got corrupted somehow. Pat seems to think it was a hacker, but I think it’s just normal wear and tear. Perhaps I should schedule a regular backup instead of doing it all manually, eh?
Here is another one of the strange things I’ve found in the garage – placards for a waterfountain survey.
I wish I could remember what the heck these were for. I do recall only vague sensations regarding these little signs. I remember that they were attached to several water fountains at school, though whether it was in junior high or senior high, I can’t say. I also remember being someone annoyed by them. Whether this was because they would not stay affixed to the fountains, or because I wasn’t looked upon favorably for having affixed them, or because it was some school project I was forced into, I can’t say.
I think I spend too much time in this place, and here I am tapping out a blog entry on my phone. Apparently, one of the worst things you can do (at least if you want food sans special sauce) is ank for french fries at the drive-thru speaker, then pull forward and ask for onion rings.
The workers here amuse me. The older lady who runs the drive-thru window was here in the dining room cleaning, while taking orders in her headset. You can hear the people in the car via a loud PA speaker in the kitchen. People are weird when placing orders at a microphone.
I won’t say that I did any actual work. That was all done by Mom and Berta. But I did go through many, many boxes of saved junk to make sure there wasn’t anything in them I wanted to keep.
With the impending doom of child number two, we’re going to need a bigger car if we ever want to travel with company. And so, the inevitable minivan search begins.