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Life in hyperbole. HYPERBOLE, I said!


Where am I *supposed* to eat, then?

Karyn blogs:
...the keyboard was new. It was shiny. The keys soft. And most importantly, there were no crumbs between the keys. I said, "Self, you are not going to drop crumbs on this keyboard. When eating you are going to slide in the keyboard tray. Slide in the keyboard tray."

And then I had a scone for breakfast this morning.

Keyboard: Crumb free for a whopping 16 hours (15 of which I spent at home...)
Ai! I had the same experience when I got my new computer last month.

"Henceforth, neither CRUMB nor CAT HAIR shall disgrace the pristine surface of this, my new keyboard," trumpeted my decree.

The cat immediately shed the last of his winter coat upon it, of course, and last night I ate corn on the cob over it. My commitment has not slackened, so much as adapted to circumstances.

Still, I do purse my lips and puff ineffectually at the keys once a while. With the right embouchure you can really convince yourself it's doing some good.

1 Responses to “Where am I *supposed* to eat, then?”

  1. # Karyn

    There is certainly a business opportunity in the manufacturing of crumb-repelling keyboards. With much dedication and a strict training regimen, I have mastered the skill of not spilling coffee or cola on my keyboard, but some how I sense that crumbs are just to tricky to manage at the human level. A crumb deflecting keyboard is the only way to go.  

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