Now as many, many, many of you know I aspire to be June Cleaver. I need not no fancy job, no fancy office nor lunch dates with clients. I enjoy that my clients are about four feet tall and quite often smell funny. I love to cook, enjoy homemade rolls rising on top of the oven, and love to have fresh vacuum lines in my carpet. Well, apparently even June gets a nasty cold now and again...though they never showed that on TV....hmmmm, gonna have to ask the Beav about that. So John is top notch when it comes to kid wrangling when I am doing my best...unsuccessfully....to remain concious during daylight hours when I should be taking care of my kids. Homeboy will swoop in and get them to where they need to be, take them out to lunch...the works. When we are in good health he will take a few loads of laundry up to our room, put on a game and fold clothes. Yes, I know, he's cool. Now honey, this is the part where you look away.....are you gone? Okay, ladies...let's just keep it real. He can't do both kids AND housework at the same time....he has that male genetic inability to multitask. Yikes! Which means that everyday I am sick I know in the back of my mind the work load is building minute by minute.....waiting...taunting me if you will.....for my recovery so it can rear it's ugly head right in the middle of my kitchen. So here it is in all of it's dirty dish glory. 3 days sick and counting so here I go. I have popped a few motrin and I am diving in. If no one hears from me for a few days call the paramedics I may have been swallowed by the pile of dirty socks.
3 comments:
Come on John Boy, chop chop! Let's not pretend you're too tired from a hard day at work. You're a Major and we all know Major's tell Captains what to do and then turn on the football game in their office. ;-)
i love the picture at the end! you are too funny. hope you feel better!
You are hysterical... I hope you are completely well..
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