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.”
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!
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