As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Cleared For Takeoff
Our bedroom looks like an airport runway at night. With the little red lights on both cordless phone bases, the breathing red light of the charging Roomba, both of our cell phones charging, the blue light of my hibernating laptop and the blue light of his breathing Macbook, the red light over the power button on the TV and the green light of the cable box, the red light of my power strip, and sometimes the green light of the scanner, you'd think we were trying to direct the landing of several 747's.
I imagine this will be the death of us.
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