You might spy a mouse on my desk. Last year Husband attended computer classes at the local college. He so called 'practiced' at home - his manipulation of the mouse was hilarious. For the 'clicking' exercise Husband's hand was removed high above the poor little rodent and a finger waveringly stabbed downwards. I really feared the mouse would turn into a rat and bite back. For Christmas Hasband recieved this clockwork mouse as a reminder. Actually Rescue Dog adores it!
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That mouse wouldn't last a second in our house. Asbo frequently gets onto my desk and 'types' - often he makes far more sense than I do. He would disembowel the mouse though.
thanks for your comment on mine - we have the return match today (mind you, J's friend is absolutely gorgeous so not really a chore at all). jx
Ha! I almost had my nose on the screen looking for the mouse! Got it!
Have Husband's clicky skills improved since his classes?
Wasn't the match a corker btw!
Lane - Tennis Match was brilliant! Husband's computer skills have improved - when able to control the wayward mouse sufficiently he ordered a greenhouse over the internet - I was amazed - I thought it was us women who did the shopping!
Hello and thank you for your nice comment on my blog.
On the mouse subject, a little while ago the batteries in my computer mouse ran out so it wouldn't work. I went downstairs to get new batteries and commented to Alan, "I've got a dead mouse" - it seemed a reasonable thing to say in the circs but, of course, he thought I meant a real one. We do have mice in the sheds sometimes but not normally in the house.
Wish my husband went on a course for computering!(If there IS such a word!) He is worse than I am if anything goes wrong!
Your little mouse is cute!
Good to see where you blog!
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Your study looks a lot tidier than ours - I have to share it with my husband.His mouse skills are great but he is the world's most untidy man. Usually the desk can barely be seen for paper, not to mention the piles of papers and magazines on the floor.
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