Last week was a busy week for me. I removed everything from the downstairs bathroom, painted it, scrubbed it all down, put it back together. I cleaned bedrooms and got them ready for company. I planned a party and shopped for a party. I got firewood. I prepared food and lots of it. I even helped out a friend last week. All the while, I kept thinking "You know, last week, I couldn't have even done this." Then I'd get all grateful to God and teary eyed. Then I'd get back to work. I mean really, there was a lot of stuff going on last week.
You know. I was kind of impressed with my productivity.
But then there's Mikey and Susan.
Yep. I can't keep up. I cannot lay claim to trapping man-eating dogs in the trailer of death on top of my domestic duties.
It's folks like these two that make desperate housewives out of the rest of us.