Monday, August 4, 2008

MY son, my son

My son commented on Just Another Day that men are not programmed to be comforters and it is the fault of the women's movement that we expect such ridiculous things from them. Perfect, now I understand - after all I have lived with all males the past 32 years of my life.

How funny life is! I am sitting here writing this while George (my computerized vacume disk) vacumes the living room. I feel like Mrs. Jetson.

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