I am free! Well… for a week, anyway.
My wife and daughter are off to Bali for a business trip, or so she says. That means I can drink beer and eat pizza every night. I can let the dishes pile up in the sink. It is back to the bachelor life for one whole week.
Of course, she left a list of things she wants done before she returns, any one of which would require hours of labor and sweat: bookshelves for the daughter, a new wooden deck for her roses (which means cutting and uprooting the “sasa” first), and a few other things I may “forget to do.”
Hmm, come to think of it, if I do not do any of the things on the list, she will never let me stay alone for a week again. And if I do all the things on the list, she will think it is a really great way to get things done…. Where is that list? I had better get started.