Who cares about the bed? I've got internet!

We just had The Man From The Internets stop by our house. We have been having trouble for the past few months with our internet cutting out when our phone rings. Turns out, when we had the alarm installed, the installer dude did not put something called a filter on the alarm line, and it was ..uhm..messing with it.

The Man From The Internets had a lot of technical jargon about the filter and noise and how the signal will jump to any available line and uhm, other stuff I did not understand!

(anyone think I should call the Alarm company and tell them to tell the installer dude to start putting filters on the lines so that other people do not have this problem?)

Regardless, I had my SIL call me after The Man From The Internets left, and I was able to surf on the internet AND talk on the phone!

Heaven!

Part of the inspection(?) of the lines was for The Man From The Internets to go around to all the phone lines in the house to check to see if they had or needed to have filters on. If a phone is not plugged into a jack, you don't need a filter - that's a little FYI right there! - The first phone jack is in my bedroom.

My polka dot bedroom.

I've had family over a bunch and they have all seen my polka dots, and I have shown the interwebs my lovely room ( and the interwebs are like family too!), but this was the first time I have had a stranger come by and see my Polka dot masterpiece.

Want to know what he said?

"Nice walls, the furniture doesn't go with it, you should get some more modern furniture!"

I agree that my bed and dressers do not go with the walls, and I am OK with that because comfort is key with me.

And yes, I do consider the polka dot room a success when an old man - probably mid sixties, from the bible belt approves of the design.

Where is my gold star?