The only time I go to write anything online, ie: leave comments on blogs, is the only time the husband comes in the room to look over my shoulder.
I'm really not in here all that often and the battery on the laptop just up and died, so I have nowhere to hide.
How does the battery take full charges, give hours of enjoyment and then the next day just die?
I suppose that is how I feel some days too, so I can't really complain.
Oh wait, yes. I. Can.