Holiest time of the year. 'Nuff said.
In the world of the profane it is "Not So Great Friday." Jon closed up the shop today, so I get to lounge around home. That is a good thing, but..... at 11:00 am it was 21 stinking degrees outside and very windy. I was really hoping to take the kids biking today, but it's far too blustery for that. Arrrrgh. Not the pirate "Arrrrrrgh." The frustrated "Arrrrgh." In the end, I suppose this is a good thing becasue before she left to go rub nekkid people at the massage parlour, The Other (Younger) Half gave us a list of things to be done around the house. So far, I've done dishes, a load of laundry and vacuumed. "I'm helping mommy!" is what I excitedly tell anyone within earshot. The girls have been cleaning their rooms. There's still a bunch of stuff to do, and the girls have a boatload of homework to get done before Monday. I really want to put a dent in all this today because tomorrow is KyKy's big homecoming and Sunday is Easter.
Kent called this morning to say that KyKy's flight was delayed for an hour and a half, but they would probably hold the connecting flight in Tokyo. This is what I don't understand. He called us about 29 hours, real time, before KyKy was due to arrive in our fair city. According to NWA, the total flight time plus layover is 16 hours. So she gets on the plane for her 16 hour journey and it takes 29 hours? How is it that 16 hours of flying equals 29 hours back here? Is there some wierd time warp between here and Shanghai? Do thing happen faster on the plane so that 29 hours are compressed into 16? I tell you what, if that's the case, The Other (Younger) Half would be buying weekly tickets to cram in some extra hours into her week. I realize you all think I'm retarded to begin with, but maybe this wrinkle in the space time continuum explains my slowness to pick up on things.
2 comments:
Your wife wouldn't need some weird time warp to squeeze some extra hours into her days if she had a husband who gets things done around the house without requiring a list of chores to complete...
I'm curious: do you actually NEED the list to know what to do, or do you just ignore the obvious until your other (younger) half finally brings these routine chores like vacuuming to your attention?
Listen, in college I slept on the floor. The carpet was retrieved from the dumpster at the Minnesota Department of Health. I have a high tolerance for squalor.
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