Make that a loooooooonnnnnngggggg “ng” and end it with a little bit of a hard “g” sound. Check out the little audio player down at the bottom. Those of you who cringe whenever you see one of those on my blahg can rest assured, Froggy is not in it. Froog Fans, I’m not sure when he’ll be making his next appearance. He’s being very secretive these days. Spending a lot of time in his laundry basket. Although we are enjoying the peace and quiet, I’m sure he’s only up to no good.

Anyway, there’s that old saying, “I married you for better or worse but not for lunch.” When I come home from my work, I need time to chill alone for a bit. Read the newspaper and write my blahg and tink around with dinner and/or various little chores. Laundry anyone. Or garbage patrol. I dunno. I am gonna guess that, given that we can both keep our jobs into forever (and who knows about that), the GG will be eligible for retirement well before I will. I am not sure how I will deal with having a house-husband. He will have to find a new career or some kind of serious hobby. Preferably one that doesn’t take over the dungeon that I’m trying desperately to clean out. Y’know, 6:30 is a good time. Last night he came home at 8:00 or whatever and tonight he practically followed me into the driveway at 5:30. I am kind of used to this. It’s been going on for a long time. But I do need to have a little space at the end of the day, since morning is often just a big fire drill where I practically break my neck to get out the door by the time I want to. Ah well. I have no more words.

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