The Kumquat is Hired!
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I am not all that sure how I feel about sharing my evenings with him again (I was liking the remote all to myself). But hey, won't it be nice to have some help around again?! Especially since Taylor gets particularly punky around 4pm-8pm.

If he is off to work again next week, he can stop sabotaging my writing and work. I know he's not trying to do so, but he does. The filthy little urchin can't keep his cretan hands off me. If he leaves me alone, it's to turn up the TV and invite the kids in for play time. Aaarrgghh...

Oh and the, "Honey, were you going to work today? I didn't know."

"Well gee, Dear, it's MONDAY I thought I might. But I guess I'm wrong. Now that I've been ripped from a beautiful thought process and can't remember what I was about to lay down in Word that was pure genius, what can I help you with?"

"Oh nothing."

(Me:) "No, no. Really. What is it that you wanted?"

"Nothing! I was just chatting with you. Sorrrry."

(Me:) "Yes you are."

"I am what?"

(Me:) "Nevermind."

"No, go ahead, Honey."

(Me:) "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry."

(Me:) "You don't know how sorry I am."

Ahh but I do love the slug. He's so good to me! Who else would take the kids for three hours so I could vegetate? Then bring them home and feed them lunch, and send them to bed for a nap.

He's laying on the floor, kids sprawled out around him, watching dinosaurs on DVD. The noise is loud and I am distracted, but aint life grand? This man is a keeper, he is.

Betcha can't guess who's getting a thank you tonight.

- posted by Ginxy @ 4/13/2004 12:30:00 PM