Oh, Raq, my sympathies. I hope the swimming is incentive enough.
When it's obvious he's pooing, he lies and says he isn't.
Isn't this just hilarious, though? This is how it goes
:spies Owen red-faced and grunting in a corner:
Me: Owen, are you pooping?
Owen: Guuuhhhhnnnn...nnnnooooooo.
Me: :eyeroll:
I'm really liking this show we are working on right now. Good cast, great music, and cool in general. A good end to the season.
It has been a pretty low stress tech so far.
Cash, I closed up some of your HTML there. Hope I wasn't too intrusive off the trigger.
Yay for gainful employment, MM!
Susan, count me with the other spaced out kids. I was probably 30 before my mother stopped snapping her fingers in front of my face if she thought I was out there. I grew out of it by puberty. Had a bazillion tests, including a lumbar punch. All to be told it wasn't anything to be concerned about because I would grow out of it.
If we were computers, the zone-outs would probably be accompanied by hourglasses on our screens while the hard drive light blinked furiously as it processed something. The brain has to catch up with itself sometime.
So Mac people would have that annoying beach ball?
Oh, and my apologies to everyone (else) who paused in their life to contemplate the symbol that would best represent their mental "please wait" state and had to shake themselves out of it.
::beach ball::
Huh? Sorry, connie. What were you saying?