The The Purging Lutheran freely admits I have a sick fixation of complaining about the wires in my life. Wires are messy. Wires are loopy. Wires are curly. Wires are just plain wirey. Except. Except for the wire you see above. What? You don’t see a wire? Well, hallelujah! Finally, a wire which behaves the way all wires ought to behave. This a connector for a computer and something that connects to a computer. My Sweet Rib would know what that ‘something’ is since this belongs to her. It’s no surprise that MSR would own a wire that has a place in an orderly universe. She is one of the great putterers who was ever born by the grace of God. Given ten minutes of free time she can fold the laundry, empty the dishwasher, dust the cats, pile a stack of papers, and pay bills by psycho-kinetics. What a dame! Anyhah, back to our purge. She thiiiiiiips the wire out, connects it, does her get-paid-for-it work and when she is done she unthiiiiiiips it and it coils itself neatly into that black box.
Housework can’t kill you, but why take a chance? —Phyllis Diller
Proverbs 14:1 Every wise woman buildeth her house: but the foolish plucketh it down with her hands.