Saturday, January 29, 2011

Not Ready For Prime Time Yet.

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 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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