Our home appears to be in a Smucker's Grape Jelly full state of emergency. This a is a Smucker's alert on the code orange Creamsicle level. How can I possibly write anything without Smucker's grape jelly? The horror.
"Liz - you think that you hook me up with a fix?" he said from a fetal position on the floor of his stark, unforgiving office. A light bulb dangled from the ceiling as it winked at yet another Microsoft error box glaring from the monitor. He had fallen with his finger on the letter "q" and the computer was in the process of creating the 17th page full of the letter "qqqqqqqqqqqqqq....
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