Some time ago my mouse broke.
“Your what?!” the mouse above asks.
My computer mouse. That was a little hard to interpret what with a mouse picture being front and center and not giving a modifier to the word. Kinda like how we now say ‘acoustic guitar’, when people didn’t have to modify their statement prior to the electric guitar coming into existence. Anyway, Mouse, I apologize.
My computer mouse was destroyed due to my own negligence. My laptop sat perched on the arm of the couch, my toddler was allowed within 40 miles of the couch, the laptop, gravity and the toddler had a discussion and I found a shattered dongle sitting on the floor.
“A whaaat??” the mouse above asks. Continue reading