snipclip

and voila, i am offline.

a little bandit
armed with scissors
took one well-aimed
snip at my mac cord.
buhbye.

maybe my handsome husband
will swing by the apple store
on his way home today?
prettyplease.

(so i’m relegated to using the boys’ computer;
who remembers why it’s the boys’ computer?
class? bueller?
remember what the screen looks like?!
i have to keep moving the window around so
i can see thru the cracks. nice.)