April 19, 2003

Slept In. Now Behind Enemy Lines

Well the day is gone on without us. We hardly ever do it: sleep past 3:45 for Ann, 4:30 for me... even on weekends. Sluggardly. That's all I can say. Worthless. No-count. Going on 6:45 and already She Who Must Be Obeyed has presented me with my dreaded Saturday LIST, which, as I scan down the page, I see it does NOT include sitting here at the computer and ruminating and rambling.

Urgent Message!! There has been a WEEKEND REGIME CHANGE! A new flag has just been hoisted above the desk here. My survival training is kicking in and I'm going to try to escape from enemy territory by jumping into the back of the neighbor's beat-up old truck when he slows down on the curve in front of the house, on his way to work at exactly 7:05. Synchronize your watches. Wish me luck. Write me in the POW camp (capture is inevitable). Send your letters to the same address, now under martial law... no, make that marital law). Yes Sir. Yes Mam, Sir. I'm posting it right now, Sir.

I better go.

Posted by fred1st at April 19, 2003 06:52 AM | TrackBack
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My favorite coffee cup is one my husband gave me that says "She Who Must Be Obeyed". Are you a Rumpole fan? I think Leo McKern died recently.

Posted by: Jenny at April 19, 2003 09:14 AM

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