Being an Idiot is Exhausting...

So, I'm sitting here with my boyfriend Scott, trying to figure out how to add gadgets onto my blog and hook them up to my website.  You know, to make it more fascinating for all of you.

My mother is in from New York and she just joined our little mission. 

I should explain first that my mother is lovingly referred to by family, friends and acquaintances alike as "Mmmaaarrrrrge."  You need only come into contact with her once to understand.  She's very cute and highly intelligent, but to say her reasoning skills are "lacking" is an understatement.  Not to mention, she's just so darn unlucky.  Whenever she's around pipes break, trees fall and locusts swarm.  You'd think I was joking, but I'm not.  But that's a whole other post.  You can't imagine what it was like growing up with this woman.  My sister and I are lucky to be alive.

So anyway, she's in for Rosh Hashana and here I sit at my computer, with my boyfriend, and now she's trying to help me.

I hit a few buttons and accidentally delete some important stuff.  Like my domain...I think.

"ARGH! I say.  It's so much work to be an idiot."

Yes it is."  said Scott.  He's smirking at me.

"It's exhausting...really!  It takes like twice the work."

He nodded.

"What does that mean?  Why?  I don't get it?" says my mom.

Scott and I stare at each other.

I try to clarify for my mom that my technological stupidity makes it harder to do what I want to do.  

My mom replies again "You know...idiots don't even know they're idiots.  They just keep going.  You're agrandizing the position of idiots.  That's why smart people get so upset by it all..."  I'm cutting it off there, because she's still going as I type this.

Point made, and clearly the apple does not fall far from the tree.  I'm doomed.