Last night SHE was at Her desk working on graphics and I was at my desk painting.
Her: "Can you please come and choose a font for this text?"
Me: "Okie Dokey Smokey Pokey...."
I put down my brush and look at Her screen....
Me: "I think I like the one called SAMPLE the best...."
Her: "Which one?"
Me: "The one called SAMPLE"
Her: "But there are fifty to choose from!"
Me:(very exasperated... how hard can this be?) "The font called SAMPLE! Why don't you type a sentence using it and see if you like it too?"
Her: "Yes, ok. Come and see if you like the font called SAMPLE." I don't have a clue why SHE is exasperated....
I put down my brush again and walk over to Her screen.
In big, unattractive letters ( not my SAMPLE) I read....
"Sometimes I wonder how someone so grounded can be such an airhead"
Me: "Well, I don't like that font at all...."