Whenever our eldest, Richie, comes over, I try not to pester him for tech help. I even thought of posting a sign like they have at some offices:
Only mine would say, “47 days since Richie has been asked for tech help.” But I can never last that long. This time I was trying to load a photo to a new location and it wouldn’t work.
And then—Shazam! I opened the new location and there was the photo. “Hey, wait! I guess I did it after all,” I said.
St. Bob shook his head. “Before I die I’m going to hire someone to follow her around.”Richie laughed and nodded. “You could probably get someone to do it for free, if you advertise to comedians who need material.”
Ha! Little do they know I’m planning to join the CIA as a spy, and you know they get followed around all the time. I am way ahead of this.
Writers are notorious daydreamers. See for yourself by ordering my books!