Have you ever faced a deficit of will when it came to mowing the lawn? This is the time slot for my weekly appointment with the yard, and I’ve got to tell you… I really don’t want to go. The house feels so cozy inside. I could… GASP… even be content doing housework all day.
What is wrong with me? My desire to avoid the lawn is perfectly in line with my history of laziness; but housework? Has someone snuck in a personality transplant? Did Cheryl replace my Claritin with birth control pills? Someone get this man some testosterone, STAT!