Monday, Monday

It was a lovely Monday in my house in the suburbs.

My father played in the computer room, setting it up so that both he and my mother had their own computer, on two desks in the computer room. I came in later that day to find them both at their computers working. It was too cute.

Also, to liven up the day, my Mom got bitten by a dog. Plus she brought home a cookie. Her manner and the placement of the bite (right below her butt) caused amusement among her co-workers, one of whom was actually laughing too hard to eat her cookie. Poor Mum. Soap and water, peroxide, neo-sporin, band-aid.

Ta-ta!