Getting a break from their spouse,
bloggers were stirring, grasping their mouse.
The fragments were posted on their blog with care
in hopes that Mrs. 4444 soon would be there.
Well I don’t think you would call Mrs. 4444 a little old driver (I would not) but I bet she probably is so lively and quick. Post some fragments and she will hang them up on her blog.
Both my wife and I were attacked by an unseen microbe this week. She was hit first then a little more than 24 hours later I turned a Whiter Shade of Pale. I could write a vomit post but who wants that? I’ll skip the light fandango, but I was sprawled across the floor.(maybe I'll add a youtube clip of the song)
(how about words for dividers?)
My MIL is trying to get lucky on the internet. Wait! I mean, she is lucky to get on the internet. It’s all a big confusing pain and her hand-eye coordination doesn’t go well with her laptop touchpad. We suggested a regular mouse and have one she could use but she doesn’t want to even try it. She calls me to check email and then complains about the message a woman wrote her.
Many of you followed my 12 days of Christmas posts. Thank you, it was fun to do. Day eleven had me wondering what to write. I consider day six my best one. The different days’ posts were not connected together but other bloggers strung them together as a bigger story. The song needs a rewrite.
=--=fresh fried Friday=--=
“Twas the night before Christmas” is one of the most parodied poems out there. I did a parody of it years ago about computers and dial-up modems which I have since lost. If any of you have a rewrite of this classic poem please leave a link in the comment section, I would love to read it.
A very classy version of "A Whiter Shade of Pale". Skip to about 1:30 mark to hear the start of singing.