For my birthday (which was on April 3rd for those of you who forgot), I got a helper to pick up after me. You know -- all those yarn snips that decorate the carpet with such a luscious delightful array of color. My helper's name is Robbi. He was quite expensive, but since I only had to pay a dowry ( and most of that paid with points earned from Amazon. com) he will save me money in the long run, and save my back and knees in the even longer run. I don't have to pay him a salary, just give him a new filter once in a while and feed him a few watts. When I started writing this Robbi was sweeping my kitchen floor. Then he kept nudging my foot and now he is gently, soothingly rubbing against my foot. "Oooh, Robbie, that feels good."
I had to pick Rosie up off the floor so Robbie wouldn't suck at her fingers and make her sing -- and yes I finally attached her arms so she's beginning to look more like a normal gerilla. If this keeps up, I'll have to get a license for operating a Zoo.
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You write very well.
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