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I Need A Wife!
I seriously need a wife! I’m not talking about a pretty woman in a white dress who will promise to love me forever. As much as I love kissing women, what I need is a lot more fundamental to the meaning of that word, and a lot less glamorous. The party and the white dress last for one day. What I need is someone who can be here on a regular basis to give me a hand.
This is not a dig at James. He does a lot around the house, but in part because I work from home and don’t have set hours, and he goes out to the office, there are a lot of tasks that just kind of fall to me. I don’t mind a certain amount of that, but after being together for almost 30 years, there are certain things I’m just kind of done with. Getting the mail is one of those. Today is Thursday, and I just went to the mailbox for the first time this week. Needless to say it was stuffed. It will probably be another couple of days before I bother to look at what I’ve brought in. If I had a wife, she could do that for me. She could pay the bills and recycle the junk mail instead of it all piling up on the kitchen counter until I get sick of looking at it or things start cascading off into the dog’s water bowl.
I’d also like to have my wife make dinner. It’s not that I hate cooking, although I don’t really love it the way that James does. It’s just that late afternoon is a particularly productive time for me, and I hate to cut that…
