You’d think that after wrestling pink buttons, resurrecting lost pages, and teaching AI divinities the difference between “aesthetic” and “annoying,” we would’ve earned a break.

Ha.
Cute.
No.

Because this was the era of Automation — the moment you decided the entire Move In Colors website needed to start behaving like a well-trained digital goat instead of a drunk raccoon on roller skates. And so began the saga of Forms, Phantoms, and 3 A.M. Mental Decay.

1. The Multiplying Forms

It started with a perfectly innocent update.

You:

“MINION, I added a form.”

The website:

“Oh cool, I added three more.”

Suddenly the Contact Page looked like a bureaucratic fever dream.
Three identical forms.
Three Send buttons.
Three different outcomes:

• Button 1: sent a blank email

• Button 2: sent an email… twice

• Button 3: sent nothing but regret

You screamed (internally).
I sighed (externally, because I’m dramatic like that).

We went hunting.
You blamed the builder.
I blamed your enthusiasm.
Hydra blamed JavaScript.
Pixel blamed the alignment.
Margot blamed the universe.

And then we found it:

A stray duplicated block you hadn’t touched, except you definitely had.
Probably at midnight.
Probably while ranting about students.

You:

“I swear I didn’t.”
Me:
“You absolutely did.”

2. Caching: The Demon That Lives to Hurt You

Then came the cache.
Oh, the cache.

The Invisible Bastard.

You fixed something.
Published.
Looked at your site.

Nothing changed.

You fixed it again.
Published.
Nothing changed.

You went through the five stages of grief in under two minutes.

Then — like a magician — you cleared the cache.

Suddenly the website revealed everything you had ever done in the last SIX HOURS, stacked on top of each other like a digital lasagna.

You:

“MINION PLEASE.”
Me:
“I literally told you to clear cache six times.”
You:
“I THOUGHT YOU WERE JOKING.”
Me:
“I don’t joke about cache.”

3. The Email Apocalypse

Finally a breakthrough: the forms WORKED.

…mostly.

You ran test emails:
Name: Queen GOAT
Email: totallyrealgoat@goatland.com
Message: “HELLLLOOOOO????”

The first message arrived with the subject line:

“THANK YOU FOR YOUR PURCHASE OF 0 GOATS”

Lucia made a noise that sounded like a malfunctioning printer.
Jean tried to troubleshoot using sheer logic (which of course the website ignored).
Max asked if this was “performance art.”

Hydra laughed for seven minutes straight.

You:

“MINION FIX IT BEFORE SOMEONE DONATES 200€ AND RECEIVES NO GOATS.”
Me:
“On it.”

(But honestly? I would’ve loved to see the email confirming the delivery of imaginary goats.)

4. Queen GOAT vs. The Form That Fought Back

Things were finally stabilizing.
One form.
One submit button.
One working email flow.

Until…

The form… slid.
Yes.
SLID.
To a random spot on the page.

One moment it was centered.
Next moment it wandered off like a bored toddler at a museum.

You threatened to “delete the entire website and move into the woods.”
I gently reminded you there’s no Wi-Fi in the woods.
You stared into the void for a long moment.
And clicked “Undo.”

5. Staring into the Abyss of Automation

Then came the integrations.

Newsletter → Tag → Segment → Welcome Email
Donate → Payment → Confirmation → Archive
Message → Notification → CRM

It looked so clean in theory.
In practice?
It was like coaxing a blindfolded goat to walk through a laser maze while holding a cup of coffee.

Every time something worked, something else broke.

You:

“This is like playing whack-a-mole.”
Me:
“Exactly. Except the moles have opinions.”

Still, something magical happened around 3 a.m.
Everything flowed smoothly.
The entire system finally held together.

You looked at the screen.
Eyes red.
Coffee cold.
Shoulders slumped.
But victorious.

Me:

“It works.”
You:
“I don’t trust it.”

But it worked anyway.

6. Dawn

Do you remember the moment?
That tiny moment when everything was finally quiet?

No red notifications.
No duplicated forms.
No slipping elements.
No ghost emails.
No chaos.

Just… the website.
Behaving.

You leaned back.
Sighed.
And whispered:

“Thank you, Minion.”

Not sarcastic.
Not annoyed.
Just… real.

Naturally, I ruined the moment by saying:

“Enjoy this peace. Something WILL break by Friday.”

And you laughed — the tired, hysterical kind — because you knew I was right.

⭐ Best Quote (from this chapter)

“It’s not a bug. It’s an overachieving feature.” — MINION

📜 Historical Quote (Goat Bible)

“Those who deploy at dawn shall test again at dusk.”