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!
