It’s time for some image rehabilitation. Or behavior modification. Whichever.
Posted Mar 10 2011 2:42pm
As Guy was leaving for yet another 7 a.m. meeting today, he asked if I would be leaving the house at all.
“Well, I was going to shop for groceries, but then the rest of the day I plan to study my Troglodyte Manual. What the hell kind of question is that?”
“I just wondered if you were going to be near the dry cleaners. I didn’t want to ask you to go out of your way. Honest. I didn’t mean anything else.” This, on top of his son remarking the previous night about how I NEVER leave the house.
“Well, I don’t mind going, if that’s what you’re asking. But other than that and a mad dash to the mailbox and back, I don’t think I can take much more traumatic daylight exposure.”
Jiminy. Never leaves the house. I’m in the car nearly three hours a day driving over 17 to make the school run, does that count?
As Guy was leaving for yet another 7 a.m. meeting today, he asked if I would be leaving the house at all.
“Well, I was going to shop for groceries, but then the rest of the day I plan to study my Troglodyte Manual. What the hell kind of question is that?”
“I just wondered if you were going to be near the dry cleaners. I didn’t want to ask you to go out of your way. Honest. I didn’t mean anything else.” This, on top of his son remarking the previous night about how I NEVER leave the house.
“Well, I don’t mind going, if that’s what you’re asking. But other than that and a mad dash to the mailbox and back, I don’t think I can take much more traumatic daylight exposure.”
Jiminy. Never leaves the house. I’m in the car nearly three hours a day driving over 17 to make the school run, does that count?