I have never understood that joke where men talk badly about their wives. The old "ball and chain" jokes... I hear it all the time and I say "he-he" politely when some loser who's lucky anybody cares whether he's alive or dead, bangs on about the trials and tribulations of living with a woman who even cares that he has a pulse. Well, my wife's gone...for a whole week to Santa Cruz California, 3308 miles away, and I am losing the will to live.
She took the Maxima to the airport, in order that her convertible can get a check up at Monroe Tire on Big Pine. With the Nissan sitting in Fort Lauderdale for a week and the Sebring getting its engine light checked (what does "check engine light " mean anyway? I'd freak if the Bonneville had one) the space under the house looks awfully empty. She's a teacher, its Spring break and she has friends that need the benefit of her company. I'm hoping she'll be off the wrist brace when she gets back and we can return the Vespa to her workplace in Key West so she can ride it around town. But for the moment that's all the motorized company the Bonneville gets, and upstairs I'm wandering all 800 square feet like the ghost of Hamlet's father, disconsolate and facing the prospect of microwaving all by myself for a week. I plan to be more than usually grumpy. Don't knock self pity until you've tried some, it can be quite bracing.
She took the Maxima to the airport, in order that her convertible can get a check up at Monroe Tire on Big Pine. With the Nissan sitting in Fort Lauderdale for a week and the Sebring getting its engine light checked (what does "check engine light " mean anyway? I'd freak if the Bonneville had one) the space under the house looks awfully empty. She's a teacher, its Spring break and she has friends that need the benefit of her company. I'm hoping she'll be off the wrist brace when she gets back and we can return the Vespa to her workplace in Key West so she can ride it around town. But for the moment that's all the motorized company the Bonneville gets, and upstairs I'm wandering all 800 square feet like the ghost of Hamlet's father, disconsolate and facing the prospect of microwaving all by myself for a week. I plan to be more than usually grumpy. Don't knock self pity until you've tried some, it can be quite bracing.