Hello, my name is Anna, and I'm a dork

Nolan and I were watching tv when I looked up and noticed the time.

"Where is your father?"  I grouched.  "He said he was going to be home an hour ago; and I came home just for him.  I'm going to kick his ass,"  I added.

Just then, Ben hollers:  "Dad's home!!"

Nolan sits up on the bed, nodding appreciatively, "Wow...you're goood."

"You remember that,"  I told him, raising an eyebrow.

I'm really not.  But how could I not take advantage of a coincidence like that?  Better he think I know all than he know the truth. 

Like today, for example, I had high-speed internet installed in my house.  But before I could be seduced by it's fabulosity, I had little hitch.  Great signal, the tech got it to work on the laptop; he left and boom, no surfy for me.  I was annoyed, but figured I'd get to it later, or I'd call everyone I knew for "tech support."  Later, when I had time, I started looking at the router, the modem, and touched some of the cords, checking the connections.  I wasn't even really thinking about it; yet when I tried to get on the internet again, it worked.  THE CORD WAS LOOSE.  We must've bumped it when I moved that part of the wall unit back in.  Doh!  And isn't that the first question they ask you when you call for help:  "Did you check the connections?"  Double doh!

So, it's a) admit I am the dork that I really am, or b) let the boy think I totally rock. 

Hmm, which would you choose?