Can you dig it?

I think I could get into being a househusband. Aside from laundry (which I have to do anyway), it’s not so bad. Mind you, I didn’t say it would be easy. But there’s a certain pleasure to be had cooking a meal, sitting at the kitchen table waiting for the water to boil, watching the kids play in the back yard.

Have I said this before? My deja vu alarm is going off.

Give the gift of words.