Nods to a really old ad for Cheese Balls… It’s a Kiwi thing… deal.
I knew going in it was going to be a target… It’s big, it’s yellow and it looks just like… well. A ball.
That’s actually because it IS a ball. sheesh.
Anyhoo, I finally got my act together and bought a plug for it. Until now it has been a little deflated pile of rubbery plastic with all the other stuff under my bed. But, with the new plug and a lot of hot air it is now a rather large globe like feature underneath my desk.
Yes, my desk… it isn’t here at home, it’s at the office…
After struggling to get it into my car, (a two door compact -) achieved only by letting the air out… I sheepishly hoisted the thing into the office.
The whole point of the exercise is my bad back and an attempt at setting myself a little straighter at the keyboard, a plan to complement my new ergonomic screen height adjuster and the stand for the Dell which keeps it at eye level…
So, here’s Dee sitting at her desk, bouncing occasionaly in time to the toons on the iPod and fielding the comments graciously when people stop to chat about my ball.
Happy and smiling she is… until Fish notices.
The Fish, who knocks on the edge of my desk as he walks past waiting for me to bite at him, has a new game.
It’s called Kick the Ball and Watch Dee Snap…
God Give Me Strength.
Hope it helps your back.
Having the ball kicked out from under you sounds dangerous.
Miss Lisa says
I know you will respond in all graciousness ….. hmmm just imagining what I’d do ….. certainly wouldn’t be any vestige of grace in it ….. good on you for sorting out your back though!