Doesn't pay to think, some days.
Just fifteen minutes ago, I was thinking how very nice it was that DH and DS were really understanding my need for quiet writing time, and leaving me to it, and picking up the slack I was creating in household chores.
Well, pop that dream bubble. {g} Two minutes ago, just as I started warming up to some rewriting in the fantasy novel, DH comes in and says, “I need your help.”
Ah, well. It's nice to be needed, too. {s}
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Heeee. Your house sounds just like my house. *g*
I suspected I wasn't alone there... {g}
Good to know for sure. ;)
Dear Mrs.Mitty:
No clean coffee cups? Where are my pants? Hold the end of this thing while I bash it with a hammer? Will you play dinkies with me? (S)
Yup. Been there. I'm lucky, though. DH is truly supportive.
Dear Cindy,
Ayep, you've got it. But I have to say, if DH asked me if I wanted to play Dinkies with him... No maybe I better not say.
So what *is* Dinkies, anyway? LOL
M
*cough*
Dinkies. Dinkie Cars? Hot Wheels. My son has them, it's a common request of his. Husband, well, he likes to play other things. (insert cackle here)
Ooooh, Hot Wheels. Okay. ;D
I've heard of *those*. And Match-Box Cars. Just not Dinkies. :D
{cackling madly}
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