One nasty little critter refused to allow me to open up Word. Then,
once he finally allowed me in, he tripled every window. Again and again.
Another creepster latched onto my mother’s computer and demanded
unspecified tribute for access to the Target Coupon Printer. Promising my first
born seemed to work.
The rest of the troublemaking lot are stirring things up in the heavens
to the point that twisters are forecast to screw down from the skies this
afternoon. Lovely.
While I am momentarily ahead of the fiends and their mischief, I will
wrap this post up early.
Sometimes scampering away in fear is preferred to standing and
fighting. Remember that, young ones.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe the Wizened Coward
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