Although Rosie isn't kicking and cooking yet,
she's still on the lookout for blodder (blog fodder).
As I lie on the sofa,
ice-packed foot elevated,
remote control in hand,
I feel a profound sense of power.
I feel like a man.
I alone am wielding the remote control
and I alone occupy the entire sofa.
I am in control.
And then I wonder,
how do men do this
all.day.long?
I want to get up and vacuum up that dust rhino
hiding in the corner.
I want to steam clean my hardwood floors
and polish them.
But I can't.
So I lie here
and watch TV.
And every now and then
it pays off.
You gotta love local news channels.
Poor guy.
Probably not one of his finer moments
in television reporting.
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