Earlier, my trackball mouse stopped working and of course, I'm thinking, typical mercury in retrograde, ready to pull out my hair...luckily my husband troubleshooted it and fixed it but before he did when I expressed my frustration, I said I was tempted to throw it out the window and he said, or maybe the cats will eat it...lol....referring to our 2 adorable sweet cat fur babies...I needed the laugh...thankful it's working now, but what a pita...it's true what they say, technology, can't live with it or without it.

lul this post reminded me of when I was 7-8 and we watched our rich neighbors bulldog while he worked in nyc. Would play around with his trackball mouse and whatever else we could find. One time the dog wanted to play with us but we were dumb and just scared so we basically just played the floor is lava with the lava being a 20 pound [censored]ry bulldog. We were stuck on the couches for about a hour untill we threw something across the house to distract him then run outa the house.

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