I managed to get myself down stairs to do laundry (something I can still do) and my wife started calling me because she was home from work. because she couldnt hear me and I could hear her I had to stomp (it makes you feel better) up the stairs to find her and see what the heck she wanted ( she had continued to bray like a fish wife) when she finaly found me I smugly asked her if she was afraid I was out having an afair.
No she replied, laughing. I know your not stepping out... I can always follow your oxygen hose.
I stomped back down stairs.
Every guy still wants to be that guy he imagines himself to be. I went out later and tried to blow leaves. After a couple of hours I had a pile obout four feet deep. about that time my wife came out and tapped me on the shoulder I looked around and found my oak tree had completly covered had completly covered the yard again. so I pushed her into the pile and jumped on top of her.
oxygen hose my butt
Rick




