My father is a godsend. Tonight I bought new ink for my printer (lots of money) and it took an hour and a half to get the damn thing out of the little ink cartridge holder. (lots of obscenities rang though my room during this whole time) Then, I FINALLY get it out! To my dismay though, now the effing thing will NOT go into the darn holder. After 20 minutes of fighting with it I decided to call my dad. So, after relying this whole story back to him and begging him to come up here and fix it he asks “is the printer on?” Gosh darn it. It wasn’t. I turn on the printer and the ink cartridges move right where I need them to be.
….I don’t know what I’d do without my dad.