C'mon, really?

If our keyboard is hormonal, then our mouse is beyond anything I've ever seen before...

It has a short, in the cord, that requires you to manipulate it whilst manuevering the mouse where you want it.

But, because the keyboard only allows you to use it for a short time before deciding it no longer wants to work, you kind of have to choose whether or not to type or play with the mouse.

I've logged onto my email more than once this week by copying and pasting letters into my log in. Seriously, I'm not kidding.

I could be using these few minutes I have with a working keyboard to update you on things. But why? All I've been doing is dealing with computers.

And kids. Three of them here and one that we're missing right now. They're really cute. They're really busy. They really don't understand why I would want to keep the house clean for longer than 60 seconds at a time. They also don't understand why the park isn't a fun place to be when it's 100+° outside with humidity, or why they can't eat fruit snacks all day long

And dogs. Two that bark at the most inopportune times, like when you're trying to sleep, trying to get the kids to sleep, or really anytime at all and always at the strangest things, like bugs, and leaves.

And chickens. Since we're down to three you'd think that'd be just one less to worry about? Nope. They apparently decided to re-establish the pecking order. One was getting picked on, so we isolated her. Then we ordered this great stuff that is supposed to deter chickens from pecking? Nope. We apparently have demented chickens. Did I mention the great stuff was blue? Now we have three chickens with blue butts and beaks.

So that's the update for today. We're healthy, hot and home. Next week we'll be great, cooler and out of state. Except for Shane. He'll be here dealing with computers, dogs and chickens.