The Little Ballerina

My husband has a new computer.
He takes very good care of it.

It's very petite...
like a little ballerina..

Mine's pretty much big and clunky...
like a dump truck.

He uses his little microfiber cloth
and keeps it very clean and dusted.

I never dust mine,
well, unless you consider blowing on it dusting.

He never has food around it.
I eat over mine
while reading someone's blog.
Of course, I blow it off when I'm done.
Too bad you can't blow off coffee with Hazelnut Creamer.
Got a few sticky keys goin' on.

At night, he cleans it off, plugs it in
and sets it neatly on the table.

Mine is on the floor...
dead...
with a cat laying on it.