"Honey, May I PLEASE Have A Degree?"/I Have Mice In My Bones!!
Since it's been a while since I've written anything (August 29th - lost my muse again, ah reckon 💔), I thought I'd combine two of the more humorous events occurring lately - hence the two titles. The first refers to a little "compromise" I try to reach with my wife Dondra over the thermostat settings. She likes it warm, I like it cool. I know this must sound familiar to many of my readers, but as you will find out, I have to actually "negotiate" for that one degree of coolness. What happens is - I will add a "chore" to my already "numerous" ones, and for the rest of the afternoon and early evening, I get to enjoy my degree. Said chore might include the hated dusting, or cleaning the "hell-hole" that is my office. Her terminology - not mine. To me, it doesn't look that bad, and I can put my hands on anything I need within seconds. In all fairness to her, I must tell you that since her minor stroke several years ago, sh...