image from the Graphics Fairy
He (speaking in a loud and artificially sweet voice to the
dog): I really need to go to bed but I
can’t until I check my email, and I can’t get on the computer.
Me (hunched over the computer keyboard): So ask, already, and stop being so passive aggressive.
He: Can I be actively aggressive? Get off the f*cking computer!
7 comments:
Sounds like home.
So what made him wait until bedtime?
"Person of Interest."
Guffaw. Think I'll take myself laptop shopping. Pink one with sparkles so he keeps his mitts off it.
Pink. Pink works.
The Squire and I each have our own computers, with - believe it or not - a third one between us. I am left handed and he is a righty, so we can work without having to move the mouse and shuffle papers. If we are doing genealogy stuff, we can use the center computer to do research and enter into our trees without a lot of fuss.
The pink laptop needs lots and lots of glitter. Maybe a cute sticker or two...
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