Why don’t I have a man when I need one?
11/29/2002
A mans job around the house is to handle the icky things. Trash, bugs, dead birds…
I woke up this morning to a present from the cat. I guess the Christmas tree was just the right place to dissect a bird. I am half asleep and am heading to turn the coffee pot on when there in the middle of the living room is a bunch of feathers. I turn the light on and ICK there is a carcass on the floor, under the tree. Where the hell is the Man of the house? I only NEED a man once in a while to handle these things but as usual no such luck today.
What a weird way to start off the day. I am packed for the trip and heading to the office to kill some time before the flight. Saba is going to uncle Al’s house for a few days and Cranky will feed the fish and Sid on Sunday. I can’t decide if I am going to take the lap top. I only want one bag so I don’t have to check in luggage. If I take the brief case, no purse. If I take the purse and the brief case I have to check the luggage. I hate all these new rules for luggage at the airport. I want to take the computer so I can update on the dysfunctional family reunion. Oh a little more coffee and I will figure it out.
