There is something here at my home. It is more or less friendly, I guess. About 2 months ago I was sitting here at the computer desk (a common thing for me to do) and had all sorts of things layed out on the desk. I had books open to spots held open by pencils; I had been searching for something on the net, I had a cup of coffee on the right side of me and a diet coke on the left. I was trying to read something and my cats were also near, they like to jump on the desk top. anyway, it was a mess, and it was NOT bothering me. But my friendly spirit must have gotten frustrated b/c about the 3rd time the page shut on the book I was tryingot read, --I suddenly saw the page be taken and briskly jerked back so I could see it. Seems my friend has less patience than i do, or just can't stand a mess.
Many other things have occured, but I thought that one was somewhat humorous