Not really..... spent the last couple of days home with sick wife. Nothing too serious or life threatening..... she's got a sinus infection on top of a bladder infection. Recurring problems but not usually together. Of course, refusing to go see doctor until her doc gets back from one of his hunting trips.
But..... I've spent the last couple of days doing my husband job...... being wrong in everything I do, say, think, etc, etc. Apparently, I'm unable to even comb the cats (we have a minor flea infestation due to all the rain) correctly. Cats seem to appreciate my poor, paltry efforts though.
Amazing how wimmins can aggravate us soooooo bad to the point where we're scanning the Yellow Pages for Divorce Lawyers (hit men really do need a listing) and then come up with a sad face and a hug coupled with a "I'm sorry I'm such a grouch". And there we are.... helpless mush in their hands again.
And to think these are the happiest years of my life.
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