Dispair at a broken toy

My Whee-Lo broke.  Remembert that strange piece of red plastic that traveled up and down a wire frame.  One flick of th wrist and it moved.  Two flicks and it kept moving—up and town.  Well I have had one of the original whee-lo’s on my desk at work for most of the lastt 20+ years.  Well yesterday, IT BROKE.  And I cannot even get a replacement.   Total dispair–what am I going to do while waiting for a computer to boot up at work?



Author: Heres to ART not Cockroaches

Welcome to my life. My life as a mom is changing as the kids grow up, leave home, and build their own lives. This gives me a chance to rebuild myself as an artist, develop a spiritual path, and most fun of all, start going out on dates with my husband. Come here the stories about the small things in life that can make one very happy. Dogs running on a beach, great breakfast dates, kids and their adventures, and my own adventures in this wacky life. I'll share some of my progress in learning art while juggling a full time job as an engineer. And best of all, it's a chance for me to practice writing stories while keeping in touch with my kids. I look forward to hearing from you. Comments, thoughts, and invitations to meet for coffee are all welcomed. Enjoy the stories.

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