I’m moping. In fact, I’ve been moping for about twenty minutes, and I don’t plan on stopping any time soon. Heck, I could mope all day if I wanted to. I could mope in the kitchen; mope in the hallways; I could definitely mope in the bathroom. Who knows? I might even be able to mope on the roof. I’d just need a sturdy ladder and some sort of moping harness to keep me from losing my footing and tumbling over the edge and onto the driveway, where I’d be doing some hardcore moping, for sure. The best part of all this? Wife is 100% behind my moping obsession. Last night I moped for a good two hours, and she could not have been happier. How did I know she could not have been happier? Because she said, “Honey, I could not be happier, thanks to your excellent moping skills.” And I just tipped my invisible cap and kept on moping, like a real moping pro. This moping thing has been so successful at home that I might even start moping at work! I bet my boss would love it if I showed up at the office ready to roll up my sleeves and do some serious moping. He’d probably say something like, “This guy is one serious moper. Perhaps I should promote him to Vice President. Of Moping.” Yes sir, I am going to mope my way straight to the top! There’s no stopping this determined moper! First thing’s first, though. I’ve got to get this computer fixed. I think the Spell Checker is busted.