Reborn this evening amidst the dramatic booms of thunder and shockingly-bright flashes of lightning so common to our Central Floridian skies this time of year, Mildred has risen from the dead.
It's sweet because I like to think of Mildred, if she were humanoid, as looking like a cross between Joan Crawford and the Bride of Frankenstein.
I've not yet completed all her tweaks, upgrades and enhancements yet, say nothing of reinstallation of the essential software that I'd accumulated over the years. But her LCD illuminated eyes beam up at me, blinking so innocently, filled with hope and trust as I restore her to her former glory.
So watch closely for the posts I make from the new and improved Mildred.
Coming soon to a creepy laboratory near you!
It's sweet because I like to think of Mildred, if she were humanoid, as looking like a cross between Joan Crawford and the Bride of Frankenstein.
I've not yet completed all her tweaks, upgrades and enhancements yet, say nothing of reinstallation of the essential software that I'd accumulated over the years. But her LCD illuminated eyes beam up at me, blinking so innocently, filled with hope and trust as I restore her to her former glory.
So watch closely for the posts I make from the new and improved Mildred.
Coming soon to a creepy laboratory near you!