Hollyann
<font color=blue>ZJO for just today!<br><font colo
- Joined
- May 24, 2004
There once was a 40(ish) woman who had short hair and typed fast. For the sake of this story we'll call her..............hollyann!
Well, one day Hollyann started communicating with her friends via the "information super-highway"! (oooh)
She started during the day and communicated via the "information super-highway" (ooh) all night til the next day.
She had to get up early the next morning to attend a very important breakfast (what?) with her family. She wanted to look her best.
She looked in the mirror.............EEK! she looked awful! Her eyes were puffy, red-rimmed and wouldn't open all the way (no matter what the smilie looks like).
Mysteriously, she had calluses on her finger tips.....where did they come from? (typing, folks get your mind out of the gutter!)
When she finished her breakfast, she asked DH why he handed her a check with only her b'fast on the ticket. He said he only buys breakfast for women he sleeps with and YOU were nowhere to be found last night. Besides, I figure with those calluses on your finger tips, you're a working woman and can afford to buy your own breakfast!
Moral of this story: it's time for bed!
Well, one day Hollyann started communicating with her friends via the "information super-highway"! (oooh)
She started during the day and communicated via the "information super-highway" (ooh) all night til the next day.
She had to get up early the next morning to attend a very important breakfast (what?) with her family. She wanted to look her best.
She looked in the mirror.............EEK! she looked awful! Her eyes were puffy, red-rimmed and wouldn't open all the way (no matter what the smilie looks like).
Mysteriously, she had calluses on her finger tips.....where did they come from? (typing, folks get your mind out of the gutter!)
When she finished her breakfast, she asked DH why he handed her a check with only her b'fast on the ticket. He said he only buys breakfast for women he sleeps with and YOU were nowhere to be found last night. Besides, I figure with those calluses on your finger tips, you're a working woman and can afford to buy your own breakfast!
Moral of this story: it's time for bed!