I’d forgotten how ridiculously easy Dreamweaver is to work with for web developers.

It’s like if you sneeze, Dreamweaver hands you a tissue.

And, it made me absurdly happy to fix my purple plates site. If you have Internet Explorer 6, you can access the site from a link on the page.

I was singing in my head, because that is the only place it sounds good to anybody, “Wooo-oooo, you’re my best friend” and I was referring to Dreamweaver.

I wouldn’t make out with it and have its babies, because, Hello? It’s software.

I’m guessing not much that is soft makes the babies. Where was I?

The reason the site was wonky? One tiny piece of code, three characters long, on one page.

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Yep, those three. I was too sick over the weekend to tackle any kind of task requiring any smarts at all. I stayed up late last night, poring over code, and had the solution for IE6 this morning. All of the problems with the site had to do with file management.

Or, in my case, file mis-management.

I feel much better now.

Go buy some. They’re awesome. You are too, and you always smell nice.

I know that some of you may be considering a trip to San Francisco for the BlogHer conference this summer, and some others of you may have other travel plans.

I have a $100 voucher for American Airlines up for grabs. It’s valid until August 03, 2008. Sound okay?

Just link to this giveaway for your chance to win. Tell your blog buddies.

It’s a decent prize for the travel minded.

Winner announced on Saturday next

To those who have been wondering: Yes, I’m feeling poorly right now, but with any luck, I’ll live. I just don’t feel pretty and witty right now.

HOORAY! The Purple Plates site is now working in Firefox and IE7. The IE6 code will have to wait until tomorrow.

Conversation this afternoon:

Ass Burger Boy: Are you going out somewhere?

witchypoo: No. Why?

ABB: You hosed yourself off.

witchypoo: I smelled like ass.

ABB: Oh.

Eloquence. I owns it.

In other news, I’ve been tweaking my theme again. The very pregnant Revka of RS Designs made me a signature for my posts. I have subscribed to their newsletter, and get the scoop when they offer free stuff. Free is my favourite price. If you subscribe, she might just make one for you, too!

She even offered to help me install it. I have issues where images in my posts all have borders, (unless they’re a:links) and the code would have given me a border to the signature, so I just put the signature as a background image in the CSS for the div that I always use at the foot of each post anyway. Works a treat.

You may now uncross your eyes.

Every Mother’s Day, I send a greeting to a friend who gets no other acknowledgement on this day. It hurts her that nobody else remembers her. You see, her only child died when he was twenty-two.

Yet Grace is the most inspiring mother I know. She gave me courage that it was possible to raise a differently-abled child in a time when there was no support available, no ready information, indeed, no diagnosis until my own son was nine years old.

Her son was twelve when I was carrying Ass Burger Boy. They hung out together because their mothers hung out together. They became friends. Richie gave ABB rides on his wheelchair. ABB was crazy about them both.

Both of them smart, and funny. Just good people.

Grace told her son that she would be his legs, that her strong arms would lift him wherever he needed to go, and that she would always take care of him.

People often asked her “Grace, how do you do it?” and she would get all exasperated. “What do you mean? You do it because you got to. What the heck am I supposed to do? Take him out in the back yard and shoot him?”

I love her sense of humour. Those are the actual words that inspired me the most. You do it because you got to.

Beside Richie’s bed, on the floor, was a hole worn in the carpet. I asked Grace about this, and she explained that it was where her heel pivoted when she lifted him out of his bed into his wheelchair each day.

On Mother’s Day, the image of that hole in the carpet always comes to me. Repetitive tasks, done with love, day after day after day.

As long as I’m alive, I will always send her Mother’s Day greetings.

I know I’m late with Peep of the Week. Kill me later. Blog break for now.

That’s what the feed reader’s for. So you don’t have to check for updates, it lets you know when there is new content.

Splitting headache made me cancel a reading yesterday.

Need for a walk is edging me toward the door.

I’m wishing I had a guest poster right about now.

Come back again, please?