Rodgera
18th March 2017, 10:39 AM
I was enjoying the second week of my retirement the same way I had
enjoyed the first week: by doing as little as possible.
I ignored my wife's not-so-subtle hints about completing certain jobs
around the house, but I didn't realize how much this bothered her
until the clothes dryer refused to work, the iron shorted and the
sewing machine motor burned out in the middle of a seam. The final
straw came when she plugged in the vacuum cleaner and nothing happened.
She looked so stricken that I had to offer some consolation. "That's
okay, honey," I said. "You still have me."
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "Yes," she wailed, "but
you don't work either!"
enjoyed the first week: by doing as little as possible.
I ignored my wife's not-so-subtle hints about completing certain jobs
around the house, but I didn't realize how much this bothered her
until the clothes dryer refused to work, the iron shorted and the
sewing machine motor burned out in the middle of a seam. The final
straw came when she plugged in the vacuum cleaner and nothing happened.
She looked so stricken that I had to offer some consolation. "That's
okay, honey," I said. "You still have me."
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "Yes," she wailed, "but
you don't work either!"