Sometimes I accuse my husband of being a little depressive so I was surprised today when I got an instant message from his computer.
It said, "I am done moping."
Surprised, I said, "REally?"
and then the message came back, "Yes, and the kitchen looks nice for when Fletchers come over. This is Jimmy."
Apparently he doesn't know how to spell mopping.
Bart blogged another funny experience he had today...