Make me change by way of removing the old format. By the end of May, you say. Change or we will change for you.
Because the old style is already two years old.
Okay. I'm getting a new car this August because the old one is almost three. I can deal with tiny numbers...although I had my car before this for ten years. I admit I was good and sick of it by the time I got a new one. I'm whispering here, so it can't hear me, but I'm almost sick of my two and a half year old car. On her bad days I am definitely sick of Molly (my Siamese to you), my twelve year old difficult diva.
So, I know tiring easily, okay?
My web designers are younger than my children, btw. Which illustrates how cool I am.
I can roll with the punches. I can step up to the plate. I can...can...er...I can...I will...um...ugh...creak and choke and gasp--
I mean look at my hair in the photo above. It's straight.
Well, that straight hair required work on my part. Like the use of a flat iron. Which gave up the ghost one day in Paris. I decided that perhaps the powers on high were suggesting strongly I go without the flat iron treatment.
So the next day I emerged from my apartment, head held high, les cheveux au natural.
So, I know I can handle this new TypePad business.