Oh look! Dig has brought a new gadget into the house. Tsk. It's all the same with him. Gadget this and gadget that. I bet you! It'll be on the shelf, abandoned, within two months. Just like the micro computer, palm-held doodah, and rubber keyboard.
Uhuh? It's an ipad. Okaaay. It's only a gadget and won't make my brain go funny. Nothing bad will happen. I'll just have a little look.
So yes. I can sort of see why people like their ipads! I mean, it does this and this and this. And it's so easy to use!
What did Dig say? Did he say it was his ipad? I don't think he should have it all to himself. I mean, he has a rubber keyboard.
My brain is starting to turn funny.
Did you go near my ipad? DID YOU? DON'T TOUCH MY IPAD.
THE IPAD IS ALL MINE IPADIPADIPADIPAD I LOVE YOU. Let me marry you, and fondle you and stroke you with my fingers. Look! You have a little button! Let me press your little button and together we can explore all the universe!
I am no longer in control of my brain.
I have nailed up the bedroom door and now it is just ME AND MY IPAD and if anyone touches MY IPAD then they DIE.
I think that it all for today, and possibly forever.
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You wonder why Dig didn't think to buy one for you? Did he know ahead of time that it would be so addictive? Does he know you that well? I would have a blast if I had one. I would play with it at every opportunity. xox
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