Over the last half-year, POB (partner of blogger) started exercising to handle the stress generated by her job. (I wanted her to quit because she was working so hard at making a difficult situation workable that I didn’t think it was worth it.)
POB balances so much — she takes such fabulous care of TLP (our son, the little prince) and me — that I tell her often she can stop anytime and then eat bons bons and rest on her laurels for the rest of our lives.
Recently, POB’s job ended [more on that later].
All of a sudden, she had time to shop (she needed new clothes for the summer and for her slimmed-down body) and do things for her and the family that often went undone because of our schedules.
Then, one night, I came home and walked into the kitchen to see this tall, slim, blond woman in heels and form-fitting clothes, cooking dinner.
I was a bit surprised; who WAS this women? Then, I remembered. Before she could turn around, I asked, “Excuse me. Are you the trophy wife I ordered from Amazon?“
POB turned around and said, “Yes, yes, I am. Be afraid. Be very afraid.”
Ah, all is the same. POB is still POB and she is a gift.
ok – but here’s the real truth – having spent 45 minutes this morning cleaning the stove vent, I really need to go back to work. It is, perhaps, one of the more disgusting jobs imaginable. Especially if you do what I do, which is wait about 2 years for all the grease and gunk to pile up and make the process even more revolting.
Maybe we should be vegan – or better yet, maybe RAW is the way to go – bet those guys NEVER have to clean the stove top vent…..Hmmmm, put that on my to-do list along with composting…..like I said, be afraid, be very afraid!