My son said my computer mouse is sensitive. The mouse has been over zealous when using the click. When my son had his old position at his company he would run to the back and get a mouse for the employee. I get.. you have a sensitive mouse and pat on the head. I asked my husband if we had any another computer mouse. I have visions my husband and my son keep the extra computer mice in a glass aquarium with shredded newspaper and hamster wheel. I stay out of their organized mess because I would not be able find what I wanted anyways. The mouse that replaced overzealous mouse needs sledge hammer to get the click to work.
Update on the BPP: My son is missing a W2. He came home before the landlord did. He discovered the USPS drops the mail on the doorstep because there is no mailbox. He realizes the reason why he is missing mail is because it is blowing in the wind. He put a mailbox for the landlord. I am so glad he called on the phone.
While on the subject of my son, he ran off with my camera to go to a sci fi convention. He promised he would take pictures of the outrageous costumes. I promised to choke him if he doesn't return the camera in working order. Don't worry folks, I am too short to do any harm to him.
Yesterday, my husband started his project of painting the trim on the house. I have so much fun watching him paint. Remember, he has MS so he basically looks like a drunk that doesn't have sense enough to stay off the ladder. He was feeling pretty well to do the task. He was having so much fun slapping the paint brush against the trim. Being an artist, I understand the need to paint. I used a roller on a stick to help him out and to listen for the scream that he has fallen and can't get up. Fortunately, he didn't fall.
In the evening, it was Princess Pounce time. Princess Pounce time is basically the dog watching me do stupid stuff to entertain her. I throw a stick and fetch the same stick. She used to be a great frisbee catcher, but those days are long gone. I looked up at the sky. It is a thunder cloud stampede heading our way. Pounce wanted to remain outdoors. I came in and listened for the first thunder clap because she has severe fear of thunder. I heard it then told my husband that I'm going to let Pounce in because it is thundering. He said, "What thunder? The sky is clear!" Honey, go look outside. He looks. He starts to rant he painted today. He won't be able to paint for several days because the ladder will sink in the flower beds. Rain wasn't in the forecast. Later in the evening it started to hail. Both my husband and my dog spent the night being freaked out.
Another glass of wine!
