I need:
1. one anesthesiologist
2. sturdy rope
3. barbed wire
4. bowl of oatmeal
Gene is really sick and I think that’s what I need to strap him in bed and prevent escape. the guy is insane and keeps on working. comes home doped, sick, tired. falls asleep on couch at 6:30 pm. the next day repeats the above.
Last thought of the day: You know you’ve been married too long when you see the price of roses on valentines day and think: “oh boy, i hope he dosen’t buy me any”. that wasn’t original with me, thanks for the laugh, letshavechai.
well we’re off for a weekend of skiing. actually not skiing for me, but lots of vegging and reading. in NY. with my “sisty ugler” . And various other family members.
Until the Bells Ring,
Andrea
(no, i don’t know what “until the bells ring” means, but I thought it sounded noble)
Andrea Esh 
“until the bells ring” def sounds very sofisticated. what does it mean? i want to know.
i giggled over your post, i am a big fan, yes i am. #1-4 were great. wow, genetheworkaholic.
paragraph 3 about the roses gets a huge amen from me! if he spends $50 on roses i would rather take it shopping and gets some free smooches… hey, sometime at the seclusion of say, applebees we`ll have to tell you guys what galen got me for vdays this year… corny and horny.
maybe you should delete my last sentence there. oops! looks like i lost it to the vast world wide web.
Sounds like another frustrated wife. PD’s sick 2 & drives me crazy. Why don’t they just take time to BE sick & get it done with? Oh well, I giggled anyway. – m
You crack me up. What is with the oatmeal anyway? I guess I have been married a long time. Every time Jon brings me flowers I pounce on him to tell me the price and am so relieved when he tells me that he only paid $1 for my roses. š Until my babe whines…