TITLE: " Barefoot at My Computer"



It was a dark and stormy night in Ohio, but since I was in Arizona, I didn't give a hoot.

Blogging away at my computer, I suddenly heard the sound of the refrigerator door opening. Who was raiding the frig? I knew it wasn't me, myself, or I as we were blogging. I knew the cat was unable to reach the handle. That left only one suspect. My husband.

I jumped up and turned toward my office door. I was hungry.
As I stepped into the hallway, my big toe on my right foot caught in the left cuff of my pajamas, and I crashed to the floor. Muttering epithets like "Frzrputwixx butt!" me, myself and I ascertained that we were unhurt.

I got up and continued to the kitchen. It was dark and empty. I was too late.
I lay awake for hours mulling the decision on whether to continue working barefoot at my computer. Finally I concluded that since this was my first mishap and I was unhurt, I would still be barefoot at the computer.

Barefoot, I returned to the kitchen and ate a peanut butter cookie.



The end.