Thursday, March 6, 2008


I’m officially tired—I can’t be a one-woman show for weeks on end, it’s killing me.

Wow, that felt great! Just needed to vent a little about my husband’s never-ending, business trip. I wonder if he bought a house without telling me and is actually living elsewhere. I would know that, wouldn’t I???

Maybe I should hire a gardener, and oh my gosh, I could actually clean out the garage. Is it still considered sacred man space when the man isn’t here? I’ve always wondered what it would be like to walk through our garage in a straight line. I’m certain some of the things out there can’t really be that important.

And think of the shelves I could empty. Some of those boxes haven’t been opened in 20 years…obviously we don’t need what’s in them. I could have a garage sale, do some redecorating…

By now my husband’s sweating bullets. What do you want to bet he forwards my post to his boss and begs to come home? There’s nothing as powerful as threatening the sacred man space :)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wish I could be there to help with the man space! Sounds like we could get into trouble! K :-)