Well, I was thinking a la J. S., but Radar will do in a pinch.
Hope all are having a good weekend. I, for one, am happy NOT to be crashing a computer today; I reserve that pleasure for the office (<SARC>Monday promises to be stellar in that regard</SARC>).
Gotta run... Well, actually, the mower's gotta run; I have to walk behind it. Oops, not now, I guess. I just looked out back and the kids have got the kiddie pool full of water and are presently engaged in a battle to empty it over each others heads by the quart and half-gallon. Mind you, they didn't go out there prepared for this; not in swimsuits or anything like that. So they're in shirts and pants, just sopping wet and hurling water at each other having a ball.
I might have to join them. 8o)
Good luck with the machines.
They are here to watch us and attack without warning:
The sewing machine was laying in wait for it's prey, it's bobbins salivating multi-colored thread in anticipation. It's speed control pedal quivered nervously as it's needle moved impatiently. Suddenly it spotted an unsuspecting shirt laying peacefully on the 'mending' pile.
*It sprung!*
The shirt was caught! It struggled mightily, but was overpowered by the 'active grip' dogs on the sewing machine's plate. The needle hummed to life and the shirt was done for. The thread stitched viciously in and out of the shirt as it twitched it's death throes!
Victorious, the sewing machine hummed over it's gruesome booty. Then waited for it's next victim....
Awwww....go join them, ya big lug!