I asked the Lord to tell me Why my house is such a mess. He asked if I'd been 'computering', And I had to answer "yes." He told me to get off my butt And tidy up the house. And so I started cleaning up... The smudges off my mouse. I wiped and shined its topside. That really did the trick... I was just admiring my work... I didn't mean to 'click.' But click, I did, and oops I found A real absorbing site It's initials are GS 'An I was into it all night. Nothing's changed except my mouse It's very, very shiny. I guess my house will stay a mess... While I sit here on my hiney.
Yet another tragic case of 'accidental site addiction' rears its ugly head. If it helps Eils I can block access to the site from Scotland?
No don't you dare Frank or you'll hear of a gibbering idiot ramaging all over Scotland, screaming for GardenStew, and creating havoc wherever she goes!!!!
Very Cute What a poet you are! I think we all can agree "who needs a clean house"? My house is clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy!! Deanna :-D
You are a woman of hidden talents! OK, but I was feeling guilty already so now I'll go clean. Thanks alot. *pout* darn laundry anyways...
Cute poem! You can 'write' in my dust! But no one sees it but me, and I have gotten use to it! Would problably miss it if it was gone