I would not be denied.
This is my first full week of blessed unemployment - no more driving to the tax office at the crack of 9am.
The Boy is in school, and The Mister is out of town.
Since my car needs life support, I knew I'd have to tough it out at home.
I had all sorts of devious plans (which mostly consisted of loafing). I figured I'd get lots of Netflix viewing accomplished, and I'd read a library book. I'd watch Dancing with the Stars in relative peace and quiet (because the relatives are gone).
Yesterday morning, I was off to a good start. I
I nibbled on leftover Easter candy and read a few blog posts - and, as always, left amazingly
I had just finished watching Monday night's Dancing with the Stars...and then all my plans for home and world domination went down the shitter.
I heard footsteps on the deck.
Oh, it must be the microwave oven we ordered! Yowzah!
But there was no knock on the screen door. I heard the screech of metal on metal...someone was opening the screen door (must buy WD-40).
Who does this? What kind of homicidal monster is attempting to enter my sanctuary?
I stand by the door and slowly turn the knob...OH NO!
I felt like screaming...but no sound emitted from my lips.
My worst nightmare has come true.
The Mister is home for the rest of the week. Flooding near his job site makes it impossible for him to go to work.
Damn you, Mother Nature!
All of my plans, ruined.
Now I'll have to pretend that I like housework and occasionally look busy.
Sure, I might be able to sneak in an afternoon nap by taking my library book to the bedroom so I can "read".
There will be no madcap cleaning frenzy on Thursday, in anticipation of The Mister's return.
He's already ensconced in the Man Cave. I can just imagine the to do list he's dreaming up for me.
At least the van is now here, so I can
All of this is extremely hush hush, of course. I'm trusting you not to inform The
I've folded up my strategic charts and diagrams; all timetables will need to be revamped.
Don't worry, I haven't given up.
Next Monday, Operation Time Waster will be put in action. I WILL prevail...unlimited internet access is right within my reach.