Saturday, February 09, 2008
It looks like I will be through with my duties inside and outside the house by noon.
You know the routine: vacuum, mop, clean the toilets, pick up, straighten up, organize and put away stuff, backwash the pool, add chemicals, water plants, wash off walkways, straighten up the patio, etc.
Then I will be through and free to do what I really want to do.
But it looks like I’m going to be so pooped I will need a nap.
Oh well, what’s Saturday afternoon for when you’re seventy-three? It’s sure not for cruising main street looking for the best deal in town or chicks, (well, maybe chicks) or going to a movie.
2 comments:
Wish we were Mormans. I want you for a husband too
Sorry Connie. You can't have him.
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