My daughter called me a computer potato.
I guess that’s equivalent to a couch potato.
How embarrassing. To be called out by my daughter.
In my defense, when I spend a half-day at my computer, I’m actually interrupted every two minutes by one of three kids, and, whenever my husband returns from a business trip, he becomes a major offender. So—inevitably 30 minutes of computer time typically translates to five minutes of work success.
I try to get my work done at bedtime. Can you see three kids in one bed (yes, even though my oldest is a teenager)? I actually think it’s an excuse to stay up late.
Ho Hum. I guess she’s right. Time to peel the potato.
Ouch. The bad jokes are coming. Yep, time to give up.