My wife Tammy has been gone for several days. In her absence, Marshall and I are doing OK. We have cooked and cleaned a little, worked a little, and goofed off a litt . . . er . . . a lot.
Typically, while she is gone, there are certain things that just don’t get done. At least not until the day before her return. The laundry, the floors, the dishes, kitchen counter, and sink. We don’t exactly let them get horrible, but they are not quite up to the standards of a good housekeeper. And the bed? Why make the bed when you are just going to get right back in it when evening rolls around. The bed almost never gets made until the morning of her arrival. Almost, except for today. Continue reading »