There comes a time in my day when I am alone in the house. I pause to take a breath and relish the three hours wherein I have hoisted the responsibilty of everyone onto someone else's shoulders. During that time I wonder what it would be like to live alone with only my OWN dishes to wash, my OWN underwear to pick up, my OWN sorry butt to get to and from wherever it needs to go. I fantasize about how lovely that would be.
Then I see something like this on the refrigerator. Since we had the cable disconnected we don't watch a lot of TV. However, we do have Net Flix and I, on some days, have watched entire seasons of The Office--day after day until there are no more to watch.
As I lean against the sink, I giggle over my mug of tea. If I lived alone, now who would leave me notes in plastic letters on the fridge? They're weird, but I sure do love my family.
Smiles from the farm,